The yelp that Chloe gives at being grabbed before she's ready - she was still processing the mines thing - would be embarrassing if she had room in her awareness right now to think about it. The pain narrows her focus to the hand on her arm, burning like a heated shackle.

She's close enough to vaguely feel the heat of his body - like a threat, like a promise - and makes a split-second decision. If touching without hands hurts too, she's not going to let him be the one to show her that. She twists in his grip, pressing the full length of her body against him.