If Rey had half a mind, she'd be more inclined to kick Sans' seat from under him and show him the door. Even if that is no way for one to run a 'business', there is little reason for Rey to give a damn what other people think.

But she doesn't. Instead she turns her back to Sans, and begins working on labeling the bottles that they do have up on display. Occasionally opening up a cap for a quick whiff to tell whether or not to mark the drink as alcoholic, as some of them are not.

"Make it a short one, then. Still got work that needs to be done here."

Not that that means she can't have company; she just hasn't been in a social disposition with particular crowds.