Antigone was taking a few breaths that were meant to be settling ones, to at least try and stop herself from wanting to jump out of her skin. The breathing didn't really help, but it did give her the little extra she needed to set her jaw and just... force the excess adrenaline down. She grabbed the last of her bar, too, to force that down as well, because she was in control and the huge minotaur was not going to hurt her because he was sad and scared and trying, so if her body could just stop screaming that would be great.
She bit down hard on the granola and thought that this chocolate must be what whiplash tastes like. "I wish I was scarier," she said, with the sort of honesty that slips out when you're thinking about other things. "We could swap."