[ she's not going to comment. this place is already bad enough, whatever he's got going on beyond that isn't her place and, honestly, she doesn't really care all that much. she shrugs her shoulders and takes another sip, trying to identify what's off about it if anything other than just being incredibly strong. ]

Of course I'm serious, who jokes about sandwiches? [ she's also just fucking hungry, which is why her follow up is-- ] No need. We can just go now. I mean, for one, did you really think I was just going to trust you -- a perfect stranger with no financial obligation not to poison me -- make me a sandwich without me watching you? Please.

[ she doesn't want to walk around with the drink, but it'd take her out if she tried to finish it, so selina takes one last big sip of it before setting the glass aside as she aims herself in the general direction of the kitchen. ]

And none of this sad two pieces of meat and some american cheese bullshit, either. I want a real fuckin' sandwich.