Trying not to laugh as Silo watched the two workers while Salazar was gone, he placed a hand over his mouth to hide his amused smirk.<span style="font-style: italic">Spare clothes, too?</span>He thought to himself, trying desperately not to laugh or chuckle. Instead, he quickly walked over to the espresso machine, though paused. Silo looked to Salazar, noting the man's serious turn, and bit his bottom lip lightly. He gave a small nod but didn't answer, instead looking to the machine. Turned out, he did know how to use it. "Good thing, this doesn't look much different than the restaurant's espresso machine. I know how to work it." Silo stated, quirking a brow slightly towards Salazar after he'd spoken. He hoped the man didn't feel like he<span style="font-style: italic">needed</span>to give Silo a job...<br/><br/>"But.. Do know, Salazar," He paused briefly. "That if you don't want to, you needn't give me the job.." Silo trailed off, obviously a bit worried about the subject. Lifting a hand, he began rubbing at the nape of his neck, scrunching his nose slightly to make that face he often seemed to. If he had to, he'd simply keep with his waiter job. Despite.. how awful it was most times.