Bruce is on his way into the inn to scrounge up something as well, yearning for the time of easy access to the internet to explain how he could help create a super bot but not build a chicken coop. He rubs his eyes, missing his glasses, and steps inside just in time to watch what was happening in what felt like slow motion. Because he isn't fast enough to warn her abut the salt, or fast enough to get her the milk, so he just witnesses it instead. Wincing in sympathy, since this exact thing happened to him not too long ago.

"I'm so sorry, we really need to put a label on that." He can't help her with the milk, but he does manage to get a rag and make sure it's clean before offering it to her. He isn't going to pat her face down for her, but at least she has access to this if she wants it. "It's a natural mineral from here, you might feel flushed for maybe ten minutes?" He hopes at least, that she didn't ingest too much of it.