Jack... [She makes an aborted movement, like she's about to touch his hand, as she would normally do with a friend, but this feels a little different. A split-second passes, and then the confusion's replaced by determination. She grabs onto his hand lightly--not as overwhelming as a hug might be, but it's still a touch to let him know she's there.
There's one thing she knows for sure: she doesn't like that look on Jack's face.]
How long did it take before anyone saw you?
[Though Jack hasn't gone into that just yet, she can put the pieces together.]
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There's one thing she knows for sure: she doesn't like that look on Jack's face.]
How long did it take before anyone saw you?
[Though Jack hasn't gone into that just yet, she can put the pieces together.]