After suffering the trauma of
waking up in Ben's room and then almost getting himself killed, Max has settled down in one of the more secluded booths.
Bar, the angel that she is, has provided him with a drink that is slowly removing the invisible jackhammer from his skull, so there he is, slowly sipping away at a very strange looking milkshake.
He's also fidgeting with the new lighter Bar's given him -- one that doesn't fire bullets or expel any harmful gases -- flicking it open, lighting it, snuffing the flame with the lid and repeating this motion every few seconds.
He does Not Look Happy.
>:|