The heat of the coffee was different for her than it was for most people. She felt the warmth but not the pain, that's the perk of having "fireproof" skin. She could literally catch fire, but her skin would never get damaged by it. She agrees apologetically to him getting more napkins, this sucks. She'd been nervous about the first time they would speak if they ever would speak, but this is by far the worst way to make a good impression. Not that she's trying to make a good impression... she's not trying to make a bad impression, but wanting to make a good one is probably bad, right? He's a teacher so he has to be around like 30-ish and that's way too old. He looks younger than that, though. Like mid-twenties.
She wrings out the edge of the shirt she's wearing, as much as she can get a grip of while not flashing everyone in the library, that is. When he returns with the paper towels and hands some to her, she dabs at her own shirt. Her mind flies to when she'd wet his shirt.... he had a lot of muscles. It was like padding down a brick wall. She smiles up awkwardly when he asks her the question. She's okay, but the shirt that her friend loaned her is definitely not okay.
"I'm fine, yeah, just super embarrassed and wet" She furrows her eyebrows, "Are you?"
In retrospect, she'll probably laugh at herself, but all she can think about in this moment is about how incredibly horrible this is. She definitely ruined both of their shirts and possibly burned him.