Her heart hitched, stopping it from beating for a few moments. It didn't help her predicament (as she wanted it to be helped. Still helped a bit). She froze for a moment, and it took her a few seconds to realize exactly what happened, and put two and two together. She hadn't freaked out. She hadn't jumped up, thrown her arm off and yelled at Yang for thinking something of her that she wasn't.<br/><br/>Was there a chance?<br/><br/>If this was a game, Yang would have backed up the save six times, and gone for broke, kissed her right then and there damn the consequences.<br/><br/>But it wasn't. This was real life, and she only had one save - one chance - to do this right. This moment showed her there was a<em>chance</em>that Sveta might be interested in her - even a small chance was still a chance. She had to play this very, very carefully. Yang shifted, didn't even acknowledge what she was doing, and went for it. She shifted, putting more support on Sveta, leaning on her. She played this off as unintentional.