[She fights the instinctive urge to phase at the first touch and presses back into the kiss which isn't threatening or dangerous. It's just a kiss.
Her hand comes up instinctively to guide her, touching his cheek, but it's not the texture she expected. That alone wouldn't be a cause for concern, but it isn't that alone. She pulls back, eyes open, as little bits of information from her past and the false future slam together.]