Abia just stared at him dumbfounded. “I’m going to go get you some water.“ Before he can respond, she walked into the kitchen with her hands full of dirty dishes, emerging with only a single large cup filled with cool freshwater. With a look of worry on her face, she strolled up to the man and handed it to him. “Drink all of this. I’m beginning to think that alcohol was indeed way too strong for you.  A man of your age should not be drinking so heavily, especially if he hadn’t built up a tolerance through his life.“ She quickly then  walked back behind the counter and picked up a clean rag, which she proceeded to soak in a bucket of water nearby, wringing it out of any excess water. Heading back to him, she said “go upstairs, put this on your head. I’ll be up shortly to tend to anything else you might need. In the meantime, You can use one of the buckets that held your bath water should you need to  spew anything back up.“