Theresa peered over her shoulder at the girl cowering behind her. She wasn't horribly put off by the girl's squeamish behavior, nor at her toying with her clothes. She was used to being in close proximity with other girls, and she had built a tolerance for lacking personal space.
She looked back to Logan, suddenly feeling the need to busy her hands, seeing as Kitty had excused herself. She opened the beer at long last, and took a gulp. Her eyes watered and her throat burned as she forced it down. Agh! It was downright vile!! She cleared her throat and swallowed several full breaths, hoping the foul taste of the beverage would evaporate off of her tongue with enough exposure.