Winston knew questioning the old prole would be suspicious to the patrols, but he irrationally went in the pub anyways to ask him about the past
what do you mean you don't know what a pint is? We didn't 'ave liters when I was young
we only have a liter and half liter, we dont have pints, when you were young we were living in trees
May I offer you a drink sir?
*talking about random things, not quite directly answering Winston's question's*
Can I ask you about your past? Was life before the revolution better than now? Did the capitalists treat you poorly? Do you have more freedom now than before?
*Winston sighs in hopelessness. This wasn't going anywhere, the old mans memory was all jumbled up, he can't help him get the info he wants.*
As Winston left the pub, his heart stopped. He saw the same girl from the Fiction Dept. who he thought was spying on him. This can't be a coincidence. She must be a spy! She must have followed him here. She looked at him for a second and walked away. Oh No!