The maniacal laugh caught Sal slightly off guard, as she hadn't made a noise quite like it before. This must have been her version of squeals of joy. Sal rather liked it. The asexual approached the banshee, passing her a handful of bones so that they could tie the intestines to them together.
Not looking Una in the eye, Sal kept her one fixated on the bones and organs, her fingers deaftly knotting the tissue together. "Hang around a bit." She almost commanded (because, really, anything close to sounding like, 'Be my friend, stay with me!' wouldn't fit with Sal's personality) as she stood. "Unless you have somewhere to scamper off to."