[Jack doesn't scramble to his feet when he's given permission to rise. He carefully reaches for the whip around his neck, removing it in a slow and far too dignified manner. As he stands, he spends time unhooking it from the railing and rolling it back up neatly.
Nisha's features only become clear when he finally reaches the front of his office. By this point, he's found the handle of the whip and waits until he's generously in range to suddenly lash out with it toward one of her forearms. The idea of waiting until he was closer than he needed to be was to have the recoil tie a knot, so he could pull her toward him.
Whether he picked that up from watching Nisha or taught himself just in case...well, that was anyone's guess. Either way, he looks pretty pleased when he does it.]
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Nisha's features only become clear when he finally reaches the front of his office. By this point, he's found the handle of the whip and waits until he's generously in range to suddenly lash out with it toward one of her forearms. The idea of waiting until he was closer than he needed to be was to have the recoil tie a knot, so he could pull her toward him.
Whether he picked that up from watching Nisha or taught himself just in case...well, that was anyone's guess. Either way, he looks pretty pleased when he does it.]