Instinctively Raph does as he's told. There's just no crossing Abigail when she's like this, and he knows it.

Which of course means that today is just the most PERFECT day of all days to confront her with...well, Milliways.

Sighing for what seems like the millionth time today he makes his way towards the back of the tavern, towards his favorite spot at the Bar. If nothing else that'll be empty, right? Folk in here know not to mess with his spot. Right?

His eyes narrow as he takes in the yokel currently occupying his stool.
"You. Move."