[Modecai jumps at the noise and his hand twitches before he notices the glass on the floor.]

Wh- [What was he thinking? Or not thinking, in this case?] Well, now I got a perfectly good glass broken. This won't do.

[Like hell he's going to leave this pointy mess on the floor. He sidesteps the glass and walks across the length of the bar, looking for a dustpan or anything to sweep it up.]

Sorry about that. [He takes out the dustpan and brush and pulls the wastebasket over to the mess.] Lemme clean this up real quick.

[He kneels on the floor and begins carefully sweeping it up.]