Jillie Vincent

"That green marker," she echoes with a wry laugh. "Thank you, Poison." She hugs the supplies close, instead of hugging him. Jack no doubt told Poison all about her aversion to contact, and although she's been trying, it's too much, right now. She can't feel everything she's feeling and still have any of her leftover for physical contact. So she clutches them close, like they're a precious child, blushing faintly.