*mentally squirms through this entire exchange, wanting very much to apologize for Salgant but thinking (a) it probably won't help matters to call further attention to Salgant's pitiful, irritating little existence bad behavior; (b) you really don't seem all that upset*
I'll have the grilled chicken sandwich. And a glass of milk. *hates milk* *smiles at you, though it becomes a slightly puzzled smile, the more he looks at you* Did you do something to your hair, Kate? You look different. *quickly (in case Salgant did hurt your feelings)* Nice, though.