What the hell. Jacob shies away from her touch and the smell of booze. Then he stands up from the bench and reaches for his towel, starts wiping the post-punching sweat off his body. If Sally is here for a show, the theatre is closed.

"Are you here to listen or are you here to look?" He asks, back to her as he rubs down his shoulders and arms. "And 'both' isn't an option, Sally." And if she wants to do the first, she'll have to share something to convince him she's worth trusting with his assorted issues.