[That... makes no sense. Physics has come to this city to die. She can hear Einstein and Newton weeping from a distant afterlife.

Strange thick-eyebrowed boy, you make no sense.

Still, you're holding a towel.] T... thank you! I'm very grateful.

Ah... you wouldn't mind handing it to me and then turning around or going somewhere else, would you? [She says, with a slight blush darkening her cheeks.]