Her mouth crooked to the side in as much sympathy as she could muster. Bobby had not deserved this, but it was a risk they had both taken. She just had to deal with the head harlot while Bobby got to feel the effects of her touch for...well, she wasn't quite sure how long he was going to be feeling it given the circumstances around how the touch originated.
"I ain't gonna kiss you, Bobby," she sighed, pushing herself up to her feet. She headed to the ice bucket they had filled up earlier and filled a paper cup with the frozen water. She walked back and held it out to him tentatively, "This'll help the cottonmouth, but your headache is here to stay. At least for a few hours," she added, struggling not to apologize for the stupidity of all that had just happened. She should have just walked out the door when she had the chance.