Cian's eyes darted to confirm that the waving glass was just holding a clear liquid, water from what his nose could detect, rather than a cola beverage that would make for a sticky mess if she lost a grip on it.

"Been here f' a good few years now, ma'am, but m' heart lies wi' m' family back home," he told her, aware the clients, especially the ladies, liked that sort of sentiment. Even though it was basically the truth.

He saw Sylvia waving to catch his attention, signalling she'd made him a plate of food and was putting it in the fridge for him when he was ready to eat.

"Have y' been here long y'self?"