[ Rincewind couldn't find a rag, so he wipes his hands on his Junes apron, resolving to borrow another one in the backroom, or just looking miserable enough that someone else does something about it. He'll wash it later. He picks up the box and offers an empty attempt at a smile to Mami. ]

I better get back to my job. Thanks for helping. Careful of the spot. [ He motions to the puddle of can innards ] After our conversation, it would be a shame if you had to rethink your relationship with the ground.