"Right! I'll be back in a moment!" Cynthia says, in full-on stop-this-from-getting-even-worse mode. She rushes to the ladies' bathroom, pulls a probably gratuitous amount of paper towels from the paper towel dispenser, and hurries back to where the man is standing.
Her method of applying the paper towels is not exactly the most organized. She sort of pushes some into the man's hands, then pushes the rest onto the man's soaked shirt in a messy manner. Some of the paper towels fall onto the floor, too. Cynthia's clumsy enough to have more or less learned how to clean up spills on objects, but not so much spills on other people. "God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" She continues to try to soak up as much of the liquid in his shirt as she can with her handfuls of paper towels.
yikes sorry for the lateness no 8(
Her method of applying the paper towels is not exactly the most organized. She sort of pushes some into the man's hands, then pushes the rest onto the man's soaked shirt in a messy manner. Some of the paper towels fall onto the floor, too. Cynthia's clumsy enough to have more or less learned how to clean up spills on objects, but not so much spills on other people. "God, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" She continues to try to soak up as much of the liquid in his shirt as she can with her handfuls of paper towels.