[When his hands touched her shoulders, Jill recoiled, kicking away and scrambling toward the wall, as if she could bury herself inside of it. She doesn't look at him, either, which is definitely not normal for the queen of eye-contact.
After a moment, though, it dawns her on that it's him.]
Will?
[She looks at him, blue eyes large and fearful. Yes, it is him. Then, in what probably seems like a ridiculous gesture, her hands come up to her disheveled hair and fingers through it.]
Oh God. I must look terrible. I just... I had to get out of there as fast as I could.
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After a moment, though, it dawns her on that it's him.]
Will?
[She looks at him, blue eyes large and fearful. Yes, it is him. Then, in what probably seems like a ridiculous gesture, her hands come up to her disheveled hair and fingers through it.]
Oh God. I must look terrible. I just... I had to get out of there as fast as I could.