Dea : Are you alright,Ver ? Your hands are trembling.
Vera : I feel cold.
Dea : I think you shluld go to the clinic. You look pale and weak. Let me take you there.
Vera : It's no need. I'll get a glass of hot tea and I'll be right. Dea. : Let me get it fr you.
Vera. : Thanks. I'll stay inside the room.
Question : What does DEA suggest ?