Jim was still waving over the woman with the piece of driftwood when the young woman next to him started to sniffle.  As her eyes watered, his grew wide in panic.<br/><br/>"Oh, no no no no!  Don't cry!  Look, we'll get out of here."  He went to hug her, comfort her, but couldn't quite bring himself to grasp her, ending up kind of waving his arms near her, almost encircling her without actually touching, looking more and more uncomfortable and panicked.  "It will be OK.  I'm sure they're looking for our ship right now!"