[By the time she's standing directly in front of him, Sally has her hands out like she's trying to comfort a potentially-aggressive animal. A paranoid shudder passes down her back and as she's trying to puzzle out exactly what she intends to do...puts her foot in her mouth.

As she does.]

You're not faking it, right? Not that you'd tell me if you were--or that you really seem like you are. Shit, that was a really rude question. Do you need me to...pat you on your back or something?