She was trembling-- not from cold or fright, but the sensations were making it hard to form coherent thoughts. Jolt was the only thing on her mind, and she wanted to stay like this.

But logic did indeed prevail in the end (as did an annoying need to breathe), and she slowly pulled back, one hand still in his hair and now looking somewhat flustered and disheveled.

"I think I've been an idiot," she whispered.