To be fair to Jechin, he was woken up late at night so the Smashers could use his bar as an emergency hospital. It's not exactly the most conducive situation to bookkeeping.
In the background, Aiden, Lorielle, and Dorian continue to argue.
Lorielle: Oh my gods Aiden could you please attempt to be helpful for once.
Dorian: Who all is in the Bunkhouse? Anyone who could stand t'share a cot?
Aiden: Like I know! You're gonna have to ask Mamuka!
Aiden: What? Why is everyone picking on me!?
Meanwhile, the silver haired girl talks to the tavern keeper, Jechin. Eesa follows behind to make she doesn't hurt herself. She points at the ledger.
Girl: You have an error here. Actually, you have several.
She takes the quill, and begins to count as she calculates with an abacus.
Girl: Three, five... and three-fifths is four and five-eighths more...
Jechin: You know your figures?
Girl: mm-hm. I was... apprenticed to a merchant.
Jechin rubs his forehead, clearly in over his head when it comes to managing the books. The silver haired girl takes note of this. She sits on the table and leans over him slightly.
Girl: It's rough, trying to run a business all on your own, huh?