[It puts up so much less struggle than she's used to, and they both go down hard to the too-fleshy floor. Immediately and instinctively Beau moves to pin down limbs, get a knee around the sternum, but for all her weight and gumption she stops abruptly once she locks eyes with Jon. The moment seems to last forever, and she shakes, like the eyes are piercing her ribs and burning where they once marked her skin. It's a moment of overwhelming fear, and she screams, tearing her eyes away and rolling off of him to try and regain herself.]
Fuck! God fucking damnit fuck--!!
[Still, she rounds again on Jon, not yet on her feet.]
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Fuck! God fucking damnit fuck--!!
[Still, she rounds again on Jon, not yet on her feet.]
Who are you?? Who the fuck ARE YOU! TELL ME!