She nodded as Nish placed her arms in the proper way around her neck. A sense of panic rose in the back of her mind, but Isobel forced it down, looking at the situation as she had in any of her schools; it was a learning task, something that she needed to do to better herself. As the arm came around her neck, her eyes rolled upward to the ceiling, her hands to Nish's elbow to pull it down so she could breathe.
Tucking her chin into the crook of Nish's elbow, she swallowed, trying to remember what she needed to do next. She was remembering Bryan's hands on her shoulders, her head hurtling toward the car door in milliseconds. If he could move that quickly, how was she supposed to be able to react in return? She tugged on Nish's arm once more.
"Um...can we...we need to stop. Please. Please let go," she said quickly, attempting to turn in Nish's arms.