Xavière was child-like in her expression, her eyes watching the fingers go up, and she gave a small nod as she smiled softly. It kind of made sense, she supposed. Six- she supposed that was what she was being paid, and that was quite the pay, really.
Her eyes followed where Ann pointed, then realised she meant the tavern in general. With a pause, she pointed behind the bar, to ask if she had to do the same work as Ann, then made motions as if she was sweeping with a broom, to ask her if she was taking a cleaning job instead. Ah, how complicated.