[ Hard to miss someone juggling half a dozen tiny cups in their hands, especially in a place where most other patrons tend to knock back their samples and go about their merry way. He watches her for a moment as she snakes around to the various tables before ducking away to where a nearby employee works on dismantling boxes, a bored expression clear as day on their face.

It's another few minutes before he refinds her again, this time with a few more additions to her already full hands, and despite her quiet command he doesn't in fact move out of the way. Instead he raises both hands. In one of them is a piece of cardboard, torn at one end. ]

You sure don't want something to carry them on? I figure putting them on some kind of tray [ literally just a piece of cardboard, but beggars can't be choosers ] might be easier than [ he nods towards her arms ] what you're doing now.

[ Also: she might be able to pick up more samples like this. ]