[She's even more concerned for the kid than she had been before. His paranoia is severe and now he's doing something with salt. Martha almost says no. Almost. But he looks pretty serious and she really just wants to help him. It's not like the salt will do anything. She rolls up a sleeve and holds out her hand.]
And why do you need to sprinkle me with salt?
[It comes out sardonically. Part of her is wondering if she missed the tequila somehow.]
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And why do you need to sprinkle me with salt?
[It comes out sardonically. Part of her is wondering if she missed the tequila somehow.]