Jillian let out a little bit of a surprised yelp as she was suddenly shoved down into Anastasia's breasts, though she was most certainly wanting to take advantage of the opportunity. Her hands flew up almost instantly and started to grope the large breasts, as she was unable to resist the urge to do so when she felt how soft they felt against her face. She hoped that Anastasia wouldn't mind this, but she didn't give her enough time to sensor her actions before she was groping the other woman.<br/><br/>.........................<br/><br/>Julian shifted around in his seat a bit more with his gaze turned away, he wasn't able to really provide her with any kind of support on this front, not without putting his secrets at risk, anyway. There was a reason that the only time Julian took the battlefield, he was in a full flight suit with his face and voice completely cloaked, though the reason was so childish that he felt rather bad for keeping it a secret during times like this, when somebody could benefit from him exposing himself. Still, he reached over and gently put his hand over hers, hoping to alleviate her troubles the best she could. "You're not your grandfather, you're you. The only person that knows rather you're cut out for the MBF or not is you."