His entire demeanor was vaguely hostile, though if one spent enough time looking at him, it was just his baseline. He was no more angry or ready to fight than if he was playing with a litter of kittens at the moment. He nodded, then replied, "I'll do you one better," and tossed a dry, clean towel onto the bar near the drink. "And it's Tay-ya, though you're closer than the last guy. He tried it Tee-juh first, and I nearly he decked him."
He looked to the bass on Stoney's back and gave a slight nod to it, "So uh, don't worry about your bass, we'll have her fixed up in no time. We may have shut down a major part of the business when the gentlemen left, but we still have a deal with Gibson. Hand her over, would you? I'll assess the damage and have some guys run the parts you need back over here." He already figured new strings and a new neck, but the potentiometers and the rest of the hardware and body looked just fine from first glance.
"What year are you coming in from?" Teja asked as he filled the next order the waitress gave to him, able to gracefully multitask and put on a halfway decent show of mixing drinks while keeping a conversation running.