It was tempting to move closer, but there was a clinging, wretched sense of dirtiness hovering around her. Irrational to think that by touching him, she'd transfer it -- irrational -- but all the same, she stayed where she was. Her fingers of her right hand twitched, but then clasped harder around her other hand again.
Slowly, she nodded. "Dr. Crane didn't let me go," she said very carefully. She was still wearing long sleeves for a reason, and though she didn't touch the inside of her arm, her eyes were still drawn to it. "He wasn't... wasn't done. That's why I'm not at work or at home."
She swallowed. Her knuckles creaked. "Jo... That's my friend's lady friend... Jo wants me to teach me how to shoot a gun. She left her number with me."