Well, at least Kit isn't being actively assaulted by anyone, but Vandelin is not reassured, especially not by the way the bartender keeps looming. He ignores the man altogether for the moment, letting him know he isn't worth concern or haste, and greets Kit with a light hand on his arm.

"It's no trouble to me. I don't know what they thought they were going to do if you didn't happen to have a crystal on you. That's just poor logistics on their part." He'll save the pressing for details until they're alone. Concerned and a little upset though he might be about Kit's reticence regarding the mission, Vandelin doesn't want to embarrass him further in front of anyone else. Maker knows, he would probably have tried to fight his way out of the taven with fireballs before he'd have asked anyone for help in Kit's position--but Kit is a saner and more reasonable man than Vandelin will ever be, as a general rule.

He finally deigns to give the glowering bartender his attention, and conceals his slight internal panic at the prospect of figuring out how this transaction is supposed to work. "How much do I owe you?"