[Rebecca feels like her breath's been stolen from her for a good few seconds after the gesture, even after he pulls back his hand. It's almost as if she had been stabbed, had felt her neck torn open and she realizes what he had intended. Suddenly it doesn't feel like it'd been such a silly, overly paranoid thought to strip this room down to almost nothing at all. Her breath shakes on her next inhale, like it refuses to fill her lungs and she holds her hand to her neck.
Staring at him.] S-Sit down. [She almost staggers backward, but she can't let - can't let it get the better of her.]