Kijani went rigid as Taylor touched her. Even though it wasn't any kind of romantic touch, or even intimate, she had not even had that much in... years. That realization caused a sob to come struggling from her throat. A part of her, a loud part, realized that this bartender could easily lead her out and hurt her. No one knew her here, no one would even realize she was missing... 

She tried to quell it. She wasn't in Chicago anymore. The bar was full of people, if she got into trouble, she could scream. She wasn't a pushover, not anymore.

"Where... where are we going?" Her voice sounded strained and weak. She hated it.