Drew can see a sad eye a mile off and better yet he can smell a sad pheromone. He gives her an encouraging smile and reaches out to squeeze her shoulder. "Well hey if you've got those two down you're pretty much perfect bartender material. How 'bout if nothin' else shows up y'come down to the bar some time, I'll talk to the owner and we'll see if we can get you a couple shifts even just to show you how to make some of the drinks, huh?"

Because typically, Drew was already trying to help someone in a way that he didn't really have much of a sway in. He hadn't even met the owner yet and he was trying to get the guy more employees.