Swallowing hard and shaking her head as Noah approached and sat down in front of her, Lynne held up one hand to keep him at bay as she used the other to wipe her eyes and cover her mouth. Give me a minute...give me a minute, she thought as she stared back at him, wide-eyed with shock and terror. She wished she didn't have to look at him like that, but having read about PTSD freak outs hadn't even begun to prepare her to witness one.
She nodded at him to let him know she understood he hadn't meant to hurt her and that she knew he was back in the present, but she didn't drop her hand away, just yet. "Gimme a minute," she mumbled finally, moving her other hand away from her face to grip her shoulder again without realizing she'd done it.