Willing to try was enough for him. She definitely had some Irish in her, and he wondered if she'd slap him if he asked...
No, She'd slap him.
"Well there won't be any made yet. I can set to work on that after this, An ale of some kind would be very much appreciated and might soothe my worries about this strange sort of a place and how I came to be in it"
He sat at the bar more confused by it than anything. It was a very strange kind of a bar with strange coloured bottles hanging from it. But the girl had said she'd get him a drink and maybe that'd make things just a little bit clearer