Chris nodded at Malcolm's decline to her offer. This was fine, if he didn't want to get a free coffee with someone who looked like a rough kind of prostitute, who was Chris to object? "Another time," she repeated. "But for definite. You've been most helpful so I feel like I need to give something back," and a blowjob was clearly not appropriate even though the thought of suggesting it amused Chris just because she was certain Malcolm would freak the fuck out, which would, in it self, be hilarious.
"I'll be fine," she nodded, referring to his question about her getting home. "I think I'm almost okay to Apparate now, so it's fine." She'd manage, Chris was sure. "It was really nice running into you, mostly because you healed my foot and that was good since bleeding in the streets does nothing to make me look more respectful." Chris paused and looked down at what she was wearing. "On the other hand, only setting me afire might make me look more respectful." At least she was aware she looked a mess, right?
"Oh, well," Chris said before standing up, her foot feeling better now than it did before she stepped on a glass. "I'll see you around, Peerce," Chris stated before giving him a little wave and apparating away. It wasn't even 7am, there wasn't anyone around to see. This was fine. Use magic in public all you want, right? Oh, well. No one saw, Chris was sure it'd be fine. Or something.
Once home, she went straight for her bed, considering a shower but not acting on this thought.