That kind of task was simple enough for a bard with no experience of bardtending bartending. She slid off of the barstool she'd occupied and rounded the counter, picking up a dish towel on the way.

"I was actually wondering how long you meant to keep the Space Saloon going." She picked up one of the wet glasses, pushing her towel-wrapped fingers into the wet glass to get the stray droplets inside. "I used to work here as a performer pretty often before everything got so...intense. And Barkeep was always good to me." She reached up to put the glass away before picking up the next. "So if you meant to take this on as a long-term thing until he wakes up again, I'd like to help, if you'll have me." Her shoulders hitched. "I don't know much about cooking or barwenching, but I do a lot of traveling if you need to negotiate for supplies, and I can learn if I'm taught."