Red lips part in a soft gasp when she feels someone slide in behind her. He's not the only one having flashbacks, easily getting swept up in the feelings to not realize just what he's doing. By the time the collar slips around her neck, the other guy's run off - either not liking the shared attention or the intensity of Jackson.

Her entire body tenses, hearing the warning - noticing just how different he sounded. Panic sets in, her mind already flooding with fight or flight instincts despite his words. Attempts to get attention, to break the hold all fail. Free hands move up to try and pry off the new device around her neck, one of the few things that could send her into a blind rage. It's one of the reasons she rarely wore anything tightly around her neck, especially after the vault. Nails dig into her skin trying to get it off, drawing blood as she shifts trying to break away from Jackson.