( At a good moment Sarissa might be able to articulate the degree of what she said, or go into specifics. Right now though she's sort of too beside herself and breathing too ragged to make the words stumble out, and she just kind of sniffs and breaths in a shaky breath as she lets the banana be taken and returned. Maybe its for the best, because it means instead of being distracted piecing together all the words to reply to Pablo and how to make it make sense what she did, without explaining Beth and Paul and giving away Sarah's secrets. Her brain still feels like cotton thats been soaked in water and then stretched out as far as it can go, mind you, but at least she isn't like that and trying to make sense of things. )

I don't deserve it. And I can't earn it. I spend too much time setting shit up in flames. Arson is arson. Destructive and wrong. Dangerous. After a point... repeat offenders should just get what's coming to 'em. No more chances.

( It's not her best metaphor, granted, but she has the banana and she should eat it - that's what her self comforting leads her to much of the time, food and contact - but she swallows thickly and just keeps it in her hand, untouched. Considering his offer again, she asks, )

Would coffee be okay?