The goblins were growing more fearful as Vincent continued to shoot at them, but they continued onward. Barkeep was more interested in Vincent's personal life than the incoming monsters, however.

"Really? You a hunter or somethin'? I don't know many hunters on Mars, but I reckon it involves dealin' with all these nasty smells." He waved a hand in front of his face for emphasis. "I bet they get stabbed all the time. I was stabbed once, and that was more than enough for me."