The jumping of the woman to her side, along with the startling images and sounds that played through the theater caused her to jump as well. The armrest which swung upwards between the seats swept aside as she wraps her arms around the woman next to her. Her face turned to bury against the side of her newfound friend's face. Her legs had scooted up to nearly be in a position to sit in the lap of the other woman. Her arms however, in their hasty encircling of the teenager found her in a bit of a precarious position.<br/><br/>While one of her hands clutched at the teenager's back the other... The other found itself resting on something soft, pleasantly soft. The soft that a brand new feather pillow just taken out of the plastic bag that protects it kind of soft. Her fingers, as they move along the fabric of the garment covering her newly-found 'soft' prize, gently coil around the mound of soft flesh, cupping it ever so gently. The softness, the -feeling- of the mound of flesh enough to prompt her on, after several seconds her hand, still had not parted with the fabric covered 'prize'.