She nodded and stood slowly, her joints creaky from having stayed on the floor too long. She grimaced and stretched, ignoring her muscles and their protests. She took the Coke and frowned. "Where's your drink?" Surely he was going to need one, too.
"I guess we can share mine. Unless you have something like rabies. You don't have rabies, do you?" It was always good to make sure the person you were going to share a drink with did not carry some form of contagious disease. She wasn't sure if rabies was contagious or anything, but she didn't want to find out.
She bent down to pick up her purse, digging through the bag to pull out her lighter and her ipod. Now holding a lighter, a soda and an ipod, her hands were clearly full. She gave him an expectant look. It was pretty obvious what she was trying to convey. Words were not necessary for him to know that it was now his job to move their masterpiece. Fabio was staying put. She wasn't done being mad at him, and he did not deserve to witness this.