[ Jesse yanks his arm away from that hand, startled, and flings about-face on the spot. He trips over his own cold, bare feet, nearly sprawling backwards in a heap, and catches himself unsteadily just in time. His hand shoots up to clutch his throat as he drags in another rasping breath into his still burning lungs while he gapes wildly at the guy. ]
B-Back off, asshole!
[ Feverish panic is scribbled all over his pasty face. Wait, is... Is this person real? He can't tell; the shock of nearly drowning still has his pounding head in a dissociated fog. Is that a real person standing in front of him? That girl — where is she? Jesse darts a manic glance all around him. Seeing nothing, his attention snaps back onto the guy. ]
Th-That girl—! [ He's shrieking but his voice comes out strangled and hoarse. ] Wh-Where'd she go?
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B-Back off, asshole!
[ Feverish panic is scribbled all over his pasty face. Wait, is... Is this person real? He can't tell; the shock of nearly drowning still has his pounding head in a dissociated fog. Is that a real person standing in front of him? That girl — where is she? Jesse darts a manic glance all around him. Seeing nothing, his attention snaps back onto the guy. ]
Th-That girl—! [ He's shrieking but his voice comes out strangled and hoarse. ] Wh-Where'd she go?