[Honestly, if it was anyone else making this suggestion, well—Sal wouldn't even have stuck around long enough for them to ask it. She's really got to take a long, deliberate drink from the mug to keep herself from laughing, however. For the sake of everyone in the room, she's able to rein in her own awfulness.
It gives her time to think too. She could just fly up and nap on a rooftop, probably. She doesn't need to stay here at all of she doesn't want to.
Even so...]
Do you have a shirt I can borrow?
[It sounds like a yes, with the way she puts the empty cup back down gently on the table. Sal's not looking her in the eye anymore, but she's not leaving either. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone for who's sake she thinks she's doing this for, so she just lets it be instead.]
I don't want to make a mess.
[She makes a gesture to the scratched up holes. For Sal, it's the most sensitive she knows how to be, trying in her own way to distract from other awkwardness.]
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It gives her time to think too. She could just fly up and nap on a rooftop, probably. She doesn't need to stay here at all of she doesn't want to.
Even so...]
Do you have a shirt I can borrow?
[It sounds like a yes, with the way she puts the empty cup back down gently on the table. Sal's not looking her in the eye anymore, but she's not leaving either. She wouldn't be able to tell anyone for who's sake she thinks she's doing this for, so she just lets it be instead.]
I don't want to make a mess.
[She makes a gesture to the scratched up holes. For Sal, it's the most sensitive she knows how to be, trying in her own way to distract from other awkwardness.]