Lola was a little too surprised by the girl trying to drink pickle juice to really respond before there was glass and pickles everywhere. What was this kid, raised by wolves? Who does that? Why would anyone do that? You can put pickle juice on something, but just drinking it.

And then she jumped back to stay away from the juice on the floor.

Lola is confused at the girl's confusion, "You're alone here, right? I can cook, you probably can't. And it'd be nicer than just eating random things in a grocery store." Why was everyone so against being helped?