"Hey, Din," he replied, still smiling, and turned the bottles round so the other man could see the labels if he wanted to read them. "They're all quite strong. I haven't tried any of these yet, so I'm not sure how good they'll taste. But there are others on this shelf if I've picked poorly."
He came round from behind the bar and hopped up onto the seat beside Mando. "Are you okay?" he asked, since Lyla had been telling him he could stand to improve his social interactions outside of the work environment. And probably in the work environment, as well. He was bad at smalltalk, basically. But he would check how his friends were, especially after people leaving en masse like that. "Did you know anyone who left?" Awkward.
"Oh, and we don't have to stay here. If you want to move to different seats, I mean." Somewhere more tucked away or not nearly as bright. It wouldn't bother Miguel at all, since the dimmer light would be much easier on his eyes. But if Din wanted to, say, take off his scarf or just avoid having people looking in his direction, then he could pick the seats that made that easiest.