[Whatever intimacy that moment had brought is instantly destroyed by his chipper enthusiasm. And frankly, she's grateful for it. It's like a slap in the face; a dunk of cold water. It takes her from flushed and soothed to jerking back into reality.

What is she doing?

She pulls her hands back sharply, inhaling sharply for how awful it feels.]

I doubt it. The, ah, the point is to encourage contact with others, yes? There'd be no point if we could touch a piece of meat.