The bodies Hap handles have weight, not tension. Subjects haven't had the capacity to fight back in over a decade. He fumbles with her lack of compliance, tightening his hold in a harsh panic. An actual fight would be nasty and crude. (An actual fight, he might lose.)

Hap yanks her to him and then shoves her against the wall to still her. To put a stop to this. Her arms gripped hard in each hand, he crowds her in, chest to chest.

"That's enough, Joan."