Rena took a small amount of delight in Thomas's startled expression, though that feeling was quickly followed by a touch of guilt for disturbing his sleep when she realized that there was absolutely no evidence that he had been drinking. She was glad for that, at least, but she was not about to let that show, at least not yet.
Instead, the barmaid planted her hands on her hips staring down at Thomas with the height advantage gained by the fact that he was seated and she was still standing. She ignored his greeting, however innocuous it seemed, and watched him take a bite of his toast.
"You were out late last night," she said plainly, as though stating a fact, though there was a sharpness to her tone, a slight touch of accusation; she couldn't quite help herself despite her attempts at self control. There was no point dancing around it because truly, Thomas would have to be dense to not realize that she would be looking for some sort of explanation for his actions.