( Ah, yes, he recognizes those booze-catching reflexes. A very familiar sight, and an encouraging one. Nailed it. That middle finger maneuver only cements to him that his decision to step in here was the right call, and he slaps Ott the guard on the shoulder in half-hearted apology. There's a mutter of hit the showers or something, pal, and the poor idiot wanders on out — likely filing away hit the showers as a new idiom he can borrow, in his eternal quest to steal references from the Summoned that he fangirls.

His lips twitch up just a little at that throw-away Wizard of Oz line — thank god. One placating hand goes up, and he kicks off with a preemptive: )

First of all, the fact that you know that reference? Is a treasure. Just. Trust me. Practically nobody around here's from a place with cable, and it shows.

( Like, on a deeply distressing level. Even Jo's a decade or so behind him on pop culture, he is a one-man island of loneliness. )

Second... this is about as far from Kansas as you can get, Toto. Unless ye olde Ren Faire's in Topeka these days.