Oh hell, she was going to throw up - all Antigone could think for that moment was how much her body was threatening to throw up. - was going to touch you - Stop it! She screamed it at herself, stop it! Antigone moved back and pulled herself to her feet, using the handrails to grip tight. She felt less vulnerable, on her feet, and she just needed a second to - to cram it all back down.
She sent a glance in his direction, looking, for all his size, as meek as he could. "I just don't like being cornered," she said, her voice on the edge of breaking. Part of her did believe him, when he promised he'd always ask, it was just, her body didn't.