[Unfamiliar touch is forever unwelcome. Even more so when it is something entrapping them, pinning them in place. The Drifter wakes with a familiar lurch, static and blood fuzzing in their veins, snowing their vision as they rouse, slowly.]
[The situation hits them like a sledgehammer, and they proceed to wake less slowly as they snap back away from the other party, pulling their chain taut with the shock of learning they've been attached, pinned, to another person.]
[Their dismay is entirely silent, but palpable nonetheless. They tug at the chain fiercely, alternating between glaring at it and then glaring at...whoever this is who has been chained to them.]
2.
[The situation hits them like a sledgehammer, and they proceed to wake less slowly as they snap back away from the other party, pulling their chain taut with the shock of learning they've been attached, pinned, to another person.]
[Their dismay is entirely silent, but palpable nonetheless. They tug at the chain fiercely, alternating between glaring at it and then glaring at...whoever this is who has been chained to them.]