Like recognizes like, and Jaeger doesn't exactly hide his martial stature. Partly, because he's just used to being labeled as such by his size and general fitness.

He could be someone's somewhat terrifying college professor, but that's another life completely, not where his path has led.

And Jaeger subtly moves aside to make room for Leon in his little corner of space, as close to an open invitation as he can offer. Talking is productive, and it'll be a bit before Jaeger ventures forth for another drink. Watered or not, he's pacing himself.

"She's the one in charge, apparently." He nods quietly. "I try to avoid politics when possible, but it seems that this city might have more than most with its...unique structure and requirements."

He lets that linger for a moment, then continues. "I've heard a few things myself, not so much about the magistrates but the city itself, that I'm still trying to process. So I think talking with others, even those newly arrived, is a good idea. Sharing what information we can and...well, building a plan of attack, such as it is."

He's not really planning to declare war on the city. He promises. But everything in his life for years now has been something of an undertaking.