It's like a battlefield in the Bar. Nothing like Normandy but still something that does require a helmet due to all the flying items. Plates, cups, people...anything a good steel pot can help slightly against.

After darting courched behind one of the tables Roe comes across both Will and Sariel laying in a heap upon the floor. Without trying to attract much attention the WWII medic starts their way. "I sees this place always ain' tha' welcomin t' new folks," he drawls out glanceing dark eyes towards the two mad people fighting nearly everyone. "Who's needin helps th' most?"