“People do faint, you know,” she shoots back. His grip seems to tighten. There’s something under there, something behind the sarcasm. What is it? She doesn’t really mean to, but she reaches out and touches his chest. “What are you?” Her thoughts keep bypassing the brain-to-mouth filter.
When she presses her hand to he he steps back, trying to keep his expression calm, “ever heard of personal space?”
Out of all things he had to deal with some nights, not only does he get a weird girl girl who should still be unconscious, but someone who could potentially figure out just what he is. “Let’s just get you back to where you came from.”
She takes a deep breath, waiting to see if the dizziness comes back. It doesn’t, so she ventures a step. Still fine. Feeling confused and a little grumpy, she lets the next step take her right into Isaac’s personal space, then looks up at him. “I’m sorry for the trouble,” she repeats, and turns away.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine on my own.” She snaps her fingers for the cat again.