Rena moved closer to the bar to talk to Thomas, seeing that, for the moment, the crowd was mostly taken care of. She glanced back at the kitchen with a shrug. "Should be fine so long as dinner's ready soon," she replied with a slight smirk. "If not, then we might have to provide some entertainment." Rena let out a low laugh, her gaze wandering across the room once more. She observed who was drinking and chatting and saw that no one looked unduly restless, at least not yet. If the cook could get the meal out as quickly as promised there wouldn't be any difficulty, at least not in her estimation.
"Gentleman over there probably needs a drink," she indicated as she surveyed the room, noting a man who looked to be getting a bit antsy. "Plus the one I dropped off a moment ago. The rest are well settled for the time being. You know, the usual on a busy night." Rena smiled slightly, clearly not terribly concerned; she'd been around enough busy nights to know what to expect and when not to worry. "And how are you holding up?"
The question was more of a courtesy than anything; he looked well enough and Rena could generally read when something was agitating the pub's owner. If anything, he seemed well-pleased with the bustle of the pub, as he well should be. Despite the scare of the terrifying plague that was sweeping the land, business was good and that was something to be grateful for.