She chortles. "You, really? I kind of always pictured you taking out the trash. Not picking it up."

Rinoa tips her head as she leads him back to the counter to get him a cup as well. She'll certainly be working enough to put it on her tab, after all. "It's good that you're keeping busy, though." Because she can just imagine what happens to people like him when they have idle hands. What's that saying? Idle hands make mischief, or something of that sort?

Once she receives his cup, she lifts it for him and unhooks her arm from his, so she can carry both cups. "Find us a place to sit. If you can, I'd like you to tell me about your experiences here. I haven't been here long enough to get a solid grasp on things." And it seems like there are many things going on that people aren't telling her the whole story on.

Maybe because they're trying to protect her.