No, I want a wake-up call and a mint on my pillow. What the fuck, am I talking to myself here? Technically Lina didn't want his help, but she wasn't going to turn it down, either. It had occurred to her on her second day in the hotel that knocking heads together and forcing answers out of people was a poor option and wouldn't actually work, but now she was starting to feel like it'd at least make her feel better, even if only temporarily.
Lina didn't say anything at first. She raised an eyebrow, and backed off all of maybe half an inch. At best. Rather than back off entirely, she put one hand on the bar on either side of him. It was an interesting flip on their genders. If she was the man, and he the woman, someone else in the bar might have worried and intervened. It would have been seen as a purely aggressive stance, seen as what it was - looming in a vaguely threatening, constraining manner. She still didn't say anything. She waited for an explanation.