<div align="center"> (http://www.prettydesigns.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/12/Olivia-Wilde-Hairstyles-Alluring-Side-swept-Hairstyle.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/f2/f6/b0/f2f6b0fd6b8c3a6dcc6f97a77567f237.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://sits-pod39.demandware.net/dw/image/v2/BBFD_PRD/on/demandware.static/-/Sites-bouxavenue-master-catalog/default/dw79ce5e43/201599_01BL_0_FR.jpg?sw=680&amp;sh=918&amp;sm=fit)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Hey-... Hey! It's okay... it's ok..."</span><br/><br/>Olivia's instinct is continuing to run things right now. Jaclyn's words are a jumble that Olivia works through mere seconds after each commentary is spoken. But in the meantime Olivia's first and most potent action is to receive the blonde into her arms.<br/><br/>Olivia's first thought is that this is all in Jaclyn's head. She seems to be fine. She's fine... right?<br/><br/>Olivia wraps one arm around Jaclyn's side and back... the other hand goes instinctively to the blonde's forehead. Hot? Feverish? No?<br/><br/>The dark haired beauty's words continue to come out relatively slower than Jaclyn's. She's trying to soothe her, trying to calm her down... and the best way for her to do that is to share her personal space with Jaclyn, be a rock... and a tender support with a soothing voice to wait until Jaclyn comes down off of this fearful height of anxiety.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em>"Come in... come on... here we go..."</em></span>Olivia invites Jaclyn fully into the room, closing the door behind her. She spends a little time waiting... as if saying more right now might just compound the problem, but instead, she wants Jaclyn to have her own surroundings kick in.<br/><br/>She's not wet.<br/><br/>She's not soaking.<br/><br/>These things anyway... can be noticed physically.<br/><br/>The cold she feels, the chill... Olivia assumes that might take a few more seconds. That could be in her head, a shaking shiver, something that will only go away when awareness sets in enough for Jaclyn that she's fully out of her nightmare. There really was no need for Olivia to close the door that would only lead back to Jaclyn's room, but to the investor... there was no reason not to. Jaclyn was here... now... had wandered right into her arms... and she'd be damned if she'd go back to her room anytime soon.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Can I get you ... here... no-here... have a seat... have a seat. There on the bed or... here on the chair would be fine."</span>Olivia had said the bed, but her actions showed that her own words were still a few seconds ahead of her thoughts. She moved one of the chairs from a nearby table directly toward Jaclyn, inviting her to sit. She knew what would help.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">"Here... give me a few seconds of... just sit here.. for a couple of seconds. Lean back and let me... here..."</span><br/><br/>She'd wait for Jaclyn to comply, and if the girl did settle into the chair, she'd find Olivia taking up a position behind it, feeling along her neck briefly... the start to a neck rub while waiting to read Jaclyn's adjustment.