[Her bare hands twitch for a moment as she stares at him, unsure what to do. Should she try to get the bowl herself? Leave it? Make up your mind, Miranda girl.]
Yes, I-I am. For a friend. [She turns away quickly, picking up the pile of dishes she had made on the counter and taking them to the sink. She goes about stopping it up and turning on the hot water. Where is the dish soap again?]