Jemma's glare went from distant to down right viscious when he took the bottle from her and more than that- set it away. "Give it back," she demanded quickly. "Now."
She felt like she probably should know why he was here- probably to stop herself from drinking to death (which was just unfair) but she didn't really know. Only that he seemed to be here a lot.
The touch made her jump and when he wrapped his arms around her restricting her she lashed out almost as though possessed. "STOP IT! LEAVE ME ALONE!" she screamed at him, pushing and fighting. He was solid as rock and wasn't moving at all. "STOP TOUCHING ME! I DON'T WANT TO BE-" she tried to push and struggle until her muscles seemed to give out. She was helpless.