[ She almost, almost lets her, there's something so strange and so sudden to being reached for. To have Ahsoka so suddenly close in, arms coming around her that makes her go still, still, still. Breathing slowly, trying to keep her calm.

Then she reaches up to catch her hand, fingers curling around her wrist, not forcefully. Just keeping her from going further. ] Don't.

[ Her fingers are soft, no callouses, no little roughened sides. ] Not yet. I need to know what they've done to us first...

[ It's curiosity, but her thumb brushes across her skin, before she tells herself it's not the time to go poking and prodding at some else like the starved thing she is. ] I just met you, I wouldn't want to melt you by mistake. [ It's a poor attempt at joke, the Pandoran way, laugh at what's horrifying, make light of the worst of it, it's just too much otherwise. ]