[The person next to Jane is not her concern. The thing stood in front of her, however, most certainly is. She makes a sound, something that sounds like it's trying to be an 'ohhhh no' but emerging so quavering and shocked that it barely qualifies as a noise at all, and she stands, frozen in place with fear, as the creature bares down on her.
Something startles her - perhaps a nearby noise, a sudden movement from the Nuckelavee, or you, coming to rescue her - and Jane screams and drops to the ground, both arms coming up to cover her head.]
Oh god, oh god... [She whispers, making quite the target in the bright yellow dress she's wearing. A glance is risked up, but god-- no, she can't look.]
Wake up-- Wake up, Jane...
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[No one who knows her well would have ever said Jane wasn't tactile with those she is familiar with, but at the moment, it doesn't particularly matter if someone knows her or not. It feels like she has to make any excuse to touch someone, be it brushing by them as she walks, or leaning against them as they browse the same shelf in one of the stores. She might lightly take the hand or arm of someone barely an acquaintance, or greet someone who is only almost a friend with a warm hug.
Given this Victorian woman's tendency to not be too overly touchy with strangers, particularly male strangers, one might expect some measure of embarrassment to be attached to these impulses... yet there is none. It's making her feel a hundred times better in this dreadful place, after all.]
Oops, pardon me. [And there she is again, nudging into someone, or taking their arm if she knows them better, and giving them that warm smile she almost always has on-hand.]
Terribly sorry.
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How on Earth does one spell 'Jane' wrong?
[The young woman is, quite frankly, completely baffled. She turns to the person beside her as she picks up her drink (she's sure it's hers, though it smells suspiciously too much like vanilla as she picks it up) and shows them the cup.
On the side of it is written 'Jaiyne'.
She sniffs the beverage, not finding it to be unpleasant but almost sure it isn't what she ordered. Quite sure, in fact.]
Jane Porter | Disney's Tarzan
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