"Like you?" She question rhetorically, watching him deliberately damage the counter with displeasure. Despite knowing it would be fine, it still made her anxious and she fought to not interject.
"I hope only in appearance and not personality." She mumble under her breath, turning away. 

"Can I interest you in a drink? What do the folk of Molkof drink? Perhaps some food? There's currently no chef so it will have to be something simple." The barmaid question as she headed over to a shelf of mugs.