"And some of us have been wait'n a mite longer than you." Mal drawls, eyes flicking over to the frigid man what just elbowed him in the side. Could be worse. Coulda been a knife instead of an elbow and he's mighty tired, but not so much that he won't try to make a little room for the guy. "Service is slow. No need to monter sur ses grands chevaux. We'll get seen...about when all the snow thaws."