Abia only blinked, barely registering Erin taking the slip of parchment from her, as she stared at Victor wiping the smudge off of her face. Her mouth hung open only slightly, and she was beginning to wonder if her bewildered expression would forever stay plastered on her face if she kept near him. What was that outburst before? Who was he talking to? Now, he seemed to be acting as if nothing had just transpired between him and the empty seat across from him. “Uh...no. Well, yes, I apologized for taking your coal, though I was going to give it right back. I suppose you don’t need it anymore.” She chuckled nervously as she placed it down next to where he had been sitting. “Uhm...I’ll just go back to cleaning. If you need anything more, let me know.”<br/><br/>She inched away from him, making her way towards Erin to hand her a few more coins from her pocket for the extra groceries. When she made her way to another table to wipe it down, however, she noticed she didn’t have her rag anymore. She looked back to see Victor still had it. With a bit of hesitation, she bit her bottom lip and slowly made her way back to his table, “uhm...could I have that back, please?” She said, timidly pointing to the half-dirtied cloth in his hand.