Sarah couldn't help it: she tried so hard, but she finally erupted into laughter.  "Ahahahahahaha!  I-I'm sorry, just...  Ahahahaha!"  The very idea that the Princess of Hell would suddenly just spill soda all over herself like that was just too funny to help it; she [i]had[/i] to laugh.  Finally, she started to calm down, though her grin was still ear to ear.  "I told you not to shake it," she told her, still a little bit giggly.  "It builds up pressure when you shake it like that, and then it explodes like it did."  She shook her head and stood up.  "Here, you can have the rest of mine.  I'll go get you a towel."  She was still giggling all the way to the closet.

When they finally got Nefas all toweled off (though she was still a bit sticky), Sarah sat back down in her chair.  The laugh had helped with the uncertainty and fear she'd been feeling, so she felt brave enough to ask a question.  "If I may, why are you in [i]my[/i] room.  Not that I object!" she added quickly, holding up her hands.  The last thing she needed now was an [i]angry[/i] demoness in her living room.  "It's just... why [i]mine?[/i]  There's over 7 billion people on the planet, and I know a lot of them are smarter, richer, or..."  She lowered her gaze a little.  "...well, [i]prettier[/i] than I am.  So why'd you end up here?"