It's a short walk, which is a blessing. Tim isn't sure he's up for a long walk. Long walks mean that he has to make small talk, and he doesn't want to make small talk with Jon, who he's still--not mad at, not really, even though he's just punched. But he's not right with, at any rate, and that makes being pleasant a task that he's not up for.

The bartender at least looks human enough that Tim doesn't seem to notice (which does not mean anything, because he is, after all, just a Human himself. All the time in the Institute has not gifted him with any extrasensory knowledge, and he's glad for it). He sits at a table in the middle of the room, facing the door. He lets himself take up space, watching Jon.

"I'll start with a gin and soda."