With a frown, Charles placed some more money on the bar. When he was given a matching shot glass, Charles took it and held it in his hand, saying something to himself quietly before he took the shot. Dan had just gotten here, that much he could tell. He was probably upset from being pulled here and he looked like he'd seen much better days.

He didn't know about what just happened or how much pain Charles had actually been in, so Charles didn't get angry or give him any satisfaction of looking ruffled. That was more Erik's speed. "I'm sorry you're not okay. I would help, if I can. If you feel like talking."

Charles motioned to the bartender and ordered a drink to go with his shot. He could see that the man really should go to the hospital, or that would be his guess, but he doubted that would be a good conversation opener. He had to try to gain the man's trust first.

"Charles Xavier. Some people used to call me professor, but that... That was a long time ago now." He sighed, looking around the bar, anywhere except Daniel. He didn't want the lad to think he was staring.