Accepting the beer with a cheery 'thank you', she opened it up and took an easy swing of it. A tavern girl should never be unused to the comforts and offerings of a tavern. That logic could be applied to most lines of work, too.
"Fair enough. I suppose you have a way of keeping it out of your way when you're out hunting and such." Another swing of the beer was had and then set aside nearby. "Alright, let me get to measuring. Arms first, please!"