Then they're about the polar opposite of her movements, which seem to be an uncontrollable expression of the mile-a-minute rate of her heart. She stares up at him, unabashedly scared.

But he looks-- kind. And he took off the hood (fresh air has never been so delicious). She doesn't take in her surroundings, for the moment, but nods quickly and silently and tries to shift her hands so that he can reach them more easily.