Finally gaining some semblance of composure (and a normal breath rate), Sunny stared at the hand in front of her and naturally took it without a second thought to get back on her feet.

The sensation was very... unfamiliar. Glancing down, she noticed her hand, usually gloved, barring the times she bathed and slept, was bare. Her cheecks burned crimson, her heart rate increased exponentially, she started to hyperventilate. And flail.

It became painfully obvious to everyone that amiable human contact was not something handled very well.