Her eyes follows Peter's hand, as it moves towards hers with slowly but certain movement. His hand is cold, clammy and wet from the water. Not exactly a pleasant thing to hold but she still doesn't pull her hand away from his hold. In fact, it feels like she's frozen solid. Her muscles are all of the sudden tensed up and breath stuck in her lungs. She parts her lips as if she's about to say something but the voice out, just a shaky breath. With her eyes open wide it really looks like she's going to cry.

Which she doesn't, of course. But instead she raises her gaze back to face his, giving him a pensive look. This is not what she had planned to happen, not what she expected to get when she approached him. It's almost as if there's something very fragile closed in between their hands. There's something in his honesty that J doesn't like at all and makes her feel strangely vulnerable and exposed. And there's no way she can't stop herself briefly revisiting a memory of time when she had looked for this from someone else, bringing a hidden fear back into the surface.

"What does that mean?" She eventually asks him back, almost shyly. He says he'll trust her even when she doesn't, promising to carry something he doesn't know about.