She can't jerk away from his hand on her shoulder, certainly not without making herself more dizzy and nauseous than she'd care to just now. She glares instead, trying to ignore how much it looks and sounds like Jack, how close it is. "Considering you kidnapped, concussed, and then handcuffed me to a pillar, I hope you'll forgive me if I don't take that as a comfort."
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Date: 2008-09-18 03:15 am (UTC)From: