Joan's barely an inch taller than him, by her estimation. When he presses her close, he really gets in her face. It's been months since she's touched another person, and it feels amazing, but not the kind of amazing you can melt into. It gets her blood up. He pushes her, and she pushes back.

She should punch him. She can't bring herself to punch him. She shoves instead, trying to throw him off, her hands on his chest.

"After all your big talk, you just wanna shove me around." If he hits her, she can hit him.