Alex blew out a breath in relief at his automatic response, though another wave of embarrassment washed over her at her assumption. She should know better than to judge a book by its cover, but she'd never claimed to be perfect. "Oh my god, did you really?" she asked, her eyes widening a bit. If he'd done that and was still working here, then obvious Hannah was the forgiving sort. She'd been fired for less than that before.
The patron called out to her, and she sighed before turning back to the glass. She wasn't sure what Hannah's policy was in this sort of situation. Should she pour a new glass? Clean up the first one and top it off? She figured she'd just follow her instincts and let the chips fall where they may. It didn't take her long to pour a fresh drink and set it in front of the man, thankfully not spilling any that time.
"I'm really glad it's slow in here right now," she commented to Albie when she'd finished. She plucked up the first glass and held it under her nose for a sniff, scrunching up her nose at the unpleasant scent. She'd never understood why people liked beer, and the warmer British sort didn't make any more sense to her. "Think I should just dump this one?" It wasn't as though she could serve it to a customer, she assumed, and she couldn't imagine Hannah approved of drinking on the job.