Seamus glanced down at Emma, lifting his hand up to brush a stray strand of brunette hair behind her ear. She seemed to have gone in her turned-off mode, which still happened every now and then, though not nearly as often as it had when she first came to live with Cormac.
He looked back at the older Emma and shrugged, giving her a small smile to let her know she shouldn't worry too much. Emma was pretty resilient.
At her hesitation in doing bar work, Seamus smiled. "Well, you wouldn't be put behind the bar so quickly. First you would be trained on the floor, taking drink and food orders. During the slow hours we would start training you behind the bar, but you'd probably be at that for a few weeks before we'd put you behind the bar on a busy night."
When she asked who the new owner was going to be, Seamus attempted to hide a scowl before answering her. "Miles Bletchley, it looks like."