[ Touka's arm may or may not linger for a little too long around his waist as she locks the door. Taking him by the hand now, she leads him over to one of the couches at the far side of the cafe before sitting him down and sauntering behind the counter to get a bucket and a jug of water. ]

Shut up. There's no one I'm waiting for. [ A lie. ]

[ It comes out harsher than she intends, and she walks over and places the bucket down in front of him. She has no interest in talking about whoever she's waiting for. Not with this stranger. Grabbing a cup, she pours him a glass of water, which she places on the small table in front of the couch. ]

The bucket's there in case you need to puke. I'm gonna get you a blanket.

[ Straightening, she wanders off to the back room, both to get a blanket and to calm down. He's insanely perceptive, and it isn't his fault that she's... what is she? frustrated? Angry? Sad?

She kicks a mop bucket in frustration, sending it flying into the back wall of the store room. ] Fuck...!

[ After a few seconds, she grabs the aforementioned blanket and walks back into the room. ]