Jason orders another drink. He makes a real show of fishing around in his wallet for the bills, like he's just barely scraping up the change. Takes a moment to stare into the new drink, like he's really thinking something over. Squares his shoulders, like he's really steeling himself up here. Walks over to the guys.

"Y'know... I couldn't help overhearing... look, maybe 's none of my business here, but I been kinda light on cash here. Not a lot of places hiring. But sounds like maybe... there might be room f'r another body in Two-Face's gig?"