[Jon manages to stand his ground, possibly because he had no time to react before suddenly McGillis is very close. He clutches the strap of his bag and his eyes widen. His mouth falls open and he stammers for something to say but the words die in the scant space between them.
Get it together.]
Noted, [he manages at last, hoping he sounds more firm than he feels.]
no subject
Get it together.]
Noted, [he manages at last, hoping he sounds more firm than he feels.]