The barman looks up from his food at the request, studying the young woman at the table before giving a half shrug and a nod. "We're fine on water, but I should check the windows are all closed upstairs." he replies. "Should take 5 minutes or so."<br/><br/>He slaps himself together a sandwitch from the bread and meat, ladles some of the chili onto it and walks off up the stairs, munching away on it, and disappearing through a door at the top of the stairs.