"I would, but I don't know all the words yet, sadly." Heather crossed over to the bar, used to the self service of the place already, she slipped behind it and snagged one of the home brews. Pausing in front of him she touched his hand, remembering something about him needing help with labeling his clothes in Brale. "I'm Heather, queen of awkward entrances. How'd the whole labeling system turn out?" She asked by way of explaining why she touched his hand rather than hold hers out, awkward yes, but she felt it was a little less so than being left hanging.
She popped the top of her beverage of choice off with the little gadget that was attached to the underside of the counter. "I would have offered to help, but I didn't want to slow things down." Or step in his kool-aid.