Well, she did at that, didn't she? Evey sighed at the stone room she'd conjured for her wretched thoughts. Fair enough. But in the next moment, all thoughts of the ridiculous disappeared into something not unlike panic. What the devil was he doing?
"I don't need rescuing!" she called back, desperately. "I need --" A cold shower. A brick to the head. Some modicum of control. What was he doing?! What happened if he fell? Could he fall? Would it hurt? Without thinking more on it, Evey did go to the window, then, and reached down with both arms. "You're an idiot!" she cried, but it was worry, not anger, in her voice. She seized his wrists and tugged.
Unlike what one would expect in the world, that tug didn't just help him up -- it brought him straight into the center of the room with her instead. And then he was there, inside her defenses, and she had no where left to hide. She hadn't been thinking about the consequences -- but now she was. He could see.... he could feel everything... It was like getting caught naked by your parents. No, it was really quite worse than that. Shame colored her cheeks and weighed down her head. She wanted to crawl into a deep, dark pit and die.