Gus turned at the sound of the voice, his gaze glaring at the taller man. He wasn't daunted by Clay's height, having faced people bigger than him in prison. He'd have normally tried to have a conversation with this guy but he wasn't the sort of person who cooled off easily and he had somewhere important to be.

"Are you here to help?" His tone was terse and skeptical.

He had his hand on his gun though he knew better than to raise it in a crowded area. If this guy wanted to fight then Gus would give him one but he was still mindful of those around him. He didn't want to hurt anyone who didn't deserve it.

"Or did you just come up here to be an ass?"