Her eyes widened even more, and for a moment she looked like she might refuse the offered hand out of sheer terror.
Then, hesitantly, she reached out and let him pull her to her feet. Her hand felt impossibly delicate in his grip, and he was careful not to squeeze too hard.
{Okay, she's standing now and I can see her full… nope, not going there. Professional thoughts only. Very professional. Extremely professional.}
"Oh. I'm sorry, I didn't realize… I should have been more careful about where I was going…" The words tumbled out in a rush, her nervousness making her ramble.
"It was my fault," Jack interrupted. "I wasn't paying attention either."
She clutched her papers to her chest, seeming uncertain how to respond to a general taking blame for something that was clearly her mistake.
Her entire posture was defensive, as if she expected this kindness to be a trick.
