It should be clear to Vandelin upon his arrival that the situation isn't truly that dire; the Antivan deckhand and his cohort are back at their gaming table taking the clothes off the backs of a new set of would-be gamblers, and Kit has situated himself near the fire in moody silence, staring at the flames while letting his last cigarette burn down to a nub. Every so often, he lifts it to his lips to take a drag. Aside from his poor mood, he's in okay shape.

When Vandelin appears, however, he grimaces in clear, shame-faced embarrassment, and starts to heave himself up to his feet. "I'm real sorry about this," he mutters, catches sight of the bartender scowling at him beyond his man's shoulder, and waves him off in annoyance. Yeah, yeah, he'll be there in a hot minute, hold your nuggalopes, etc.