Laney couldn’t help but grin as she felt the friendly squeeze to her hand, and unconsciously returned it. It was nice to have someone to hold onto, especially someone as charming as the crimson haired girl behind her.<br/><br/>“I can’t believe this is really happening,” Jennifer said.<br/><br/>Laney nodded in agreement, she could hardly believe the situation they were in either, and beyond the knot of panic in worry in her stomach, she was mostly numb. “Me either. It’s just…surreal.”<br/><br/>At the sight of Jennifer’s grimy hand, Laney furrowed her brow in concern at the state of the across her fingers. The injury itself wasn’t as severe as the abundance of unwashed blood made her first suspect, but the dirt and grime were definite concerns.  She shook her head and reached into the bag that held her purse. “We have to clean your hand. I don’t know how long it will be until we can get you any kind of medical attention, and there are probably people hurt worse that will get priority. But an infection could become very serious.”<br/><br/>Laney let go of Jennifer’s uninjured hand, and forced her svelte body to turn in the tight space so she was facing Jennifer, her back to the man in front of her. There was almost no space between her and the girl, and as the crowd pushed from behind they were momentarily pressed together before the line in front of them gave a little. A hot blush crawled up her neck and over her ears, and she had idea why. There had been plenty of contact with other dancers in ballet, but that had been part of the dance. This was...different.<br/><br/>Laney ducked her head, and then pulled out her water bottle from her book bag, and  dug deeper into her purse for the bottle of hand sanitizer she obsessively carried. She looked Jennifer in the eyes, her expression serious. “Will you please let me clean your hand? The sanitizer will sting like crazy, but it really should be done.”<br/>