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Everyone was talking and it was just too much.
Jane ran her hand repeatedly over her headless doll, her one source of comfort and security with all the noise. She could feel every thread of her uniform and her doll-like hair felt like needles on her plastic-y scalp.
She began to rock back and forth and everyone was still talking.
"Why won't it stop?" she muttered helplessly. Couldn't they see that she was distressed? Would it kill them to just quiet down for a bit?
It was Mischa who took notice of her state. He quietly ended his conversation with Noel and pulled her aside, behind a crate, where no one would stare at or bother them.
He was sure not to touch her, and the relative quiet helped her to calm down a bit. Once he was sure she was in a state where he could talk without making it worse, he spoke.
"Sorry we were a bit loud" he told her. "I'll talk to the others about us quieting down a bit"
"Okay" she hummed. The two sat in a comfortable silence as she continued to stroke her hand over the fabric of the doll.
While he, obviously, wasn't glad she'd been overwhelmed, he always liked just existing in her company, so he didn't mind the quiet.