Kit makes eye contact with the bartender from across the taproom and holds up a hand as if to indicate 'yeah, yeah, one second,' and turns the rest of his attention back to his sending crystal.

He deliberates over what to say for a second or two, then decides that trying to sugar coat this shit sandwich won't actually make it taste any better. He exhales and leans against the table. "I need you to come pay my bar tab at the Hanged Man. Some Antivan deckhand took me to the sodding cleaners, and the rest of my coin is in my office back at the Gallows."

A pause, then apologetically, "I screwed up. I'll pay you back."