His sudden close proximity is dizzying, and Jane falters despite herself, caught between wanting to giggle helplessly like a schoolgirl and being thoroughly incensed at his ability to be so obtuse about this lone thing. Head tipped back so that she can look fully into his face, she sucks in a big breath that does absolutely nothing to steady her whatsoever.

"That's, um. Thank you? That's good to know, but actually not very helpful. At all." The warmth of his hands over hers is a whole other level of disconcerting, but she makes no move to pull away. "Are you planning on doing something with that like of me?"