[She sees it. Of course she does, because to do otherwise would be to...well, be a bad friend. The hesitation, and the careful way of what he was speaking.

She doesn't take the sip then and instead lowers her glass. Gently so, having the base of the glass rests against her thigh.]

Vincent...

[She starts, and stops. Sighs.]

Forget about the sangria okay? If I make it, or anything else, I'll bring it to you.

And the hair conditioner. You really do need to take the time for your hair. Spilt ends aren't a good look you know.

[And she. Finally takes a sip.]