[ Chall's physical reflexes aren't the sharpest, given her more extensive experience with driving mobile suits. She would draw away, and she feels that pain in her wrist, almost spilling the rest of the drink that she holds in her other hand. She relaxes when Gaunt let her go, though she shifts a little further down the couch. ]
N-no, no harm done. I should be the one apologizing. [ For a moment, she looks down, face red, thanks both to the bit of alcohol and embarrassment. She looks back up however, at the offer. ] I... I confess I'm curious. But, really, if it isn't something you're comfortable in sharing.
[ Just downing the rest of her drink stiffly, and cradling it in her hands on her lap. Not leaving the couch just yet though. ]