It all happened so fast, she barely had time to react.

One second, she was standing upright...and the next, the entirety of her weight was being supported with a pair of cold, strong arms. Very familiar arms, accompanied by an even more familiar chill as her back pressed against him. She gasped softly, recognizing the presence almost immediately, and waited until long after he had retreated back to turn around.

"Jack."

His name fell from her lips instinctively. How long had it been since she'd seen him? Since that day in the bottle? She didn't even know how to react, her face betraying nothing but genuine surprise as she scanned his face in hopes of finding something.

"...are you mad at me?"

Not exactly the first thing she would have planned to say to him. But it came out all the same.