When the young man first spoke up, Adalyn automatically colored his tone with something akin to how the male patron who'd stormed out had spoken to her. This only elicited silence on her part, as she did not want to let slip anything that might earn her father's disapproval. The comment might not have even been remotely belligerent, seeing as he emitted a small chuckle afterwards as if confirming that it wasn't, but the 'being in his business' bit didn't seem too friendly at the moment. Perhaps it was just her pride, slipping in to lick her wounds after the rather embarrassing incident, that made her want to think he was being hostile with her. "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned", and all that. But as he spoke again, this time offering her advice on how to treat the fresh wound, she couldn't deny that he seemed harmless enough.

Although she'd probably never admit it aloud to anyone, especially this unabashed stranger, she did quite like the attention that he seemed determined to give her. Ada had felt his eyes on her as she cleaned the mess, and whether it was consciously or unconsciously, she had taken her time of it and left the cutlery under his seat until she was nearly finished for a reason. Maybe it was because she seemed to be getting less and less consideration these past few weeks, or maybe it was because (deny it as she might) he was nice to look at, and she was simply being a little selfish. Regardless, as he smiled at her, she felt an inexplicable push to do the same. Finally looking up at him, she did so, albeit forming one much smaller and less warm than his, but it was a smile, nonetheless.

"That would be a good idea," she said in reply with a soft chuckle under her breath as she took a clean corner of the rag she had used and wrapped it around her thumb, holding it in place with her other fingers as she scooped the offending pieces of glass onto the tray along with the silverware that had initiated the entire encounter. She picked herself up off the ground and, feeling a bit sheepish for her unnecessary aggression now that her head was a little clearer, turned the subtlest shade of pink as she bent down and picked up her tray. "Thank you. And again, apologies, er, for the interruption."

The girl's eyes flickered for a moment towards the rest of the seats at his table, as if looking to see if he'd come in with anyone. Deciding that he looked to be in no other company, she hiked up the tray against her hip and spoke again. "Is anyone helping you?" she asked curiously, half for his sake and half for her own selfish reasons. Somehow she was sort of reluctant to leave him just yet, and thought that extending her duties to the cafe for once wouldn't be such a bad thing. "Or were you wanting something? I can put in the order, if you'd like?" Everyone around them had gone back to their business, except for a few behind the counter that were still throwing occasional glances her way, and her father, who was doing the same.