[Good Lord. She takes a moment to count the bottles and does a mental tally of how many she left out. There are still a few hanging around, if she's accurately kept tabs.

Grell smiles, careful to make it a close-lipped one, and swipes a bottle from where it was dropped.]

I'm ever so glad to hear that someone in this school does. I wouldn't have lost so many, but I've been so flustered since coming here.

[She motions to a nearby chair with the hand holding the polish.]

Please, sit. It would be rude of me not to at least offer compensation.