[It had been a back and forth, honestly - people getting her to calm down, then someone else unintentionally riling her up again. Jane literally cannot help but careen between the two. At the very least, however, she sees Xander coming before he scoops her up, so instead of going stark still and hyperventilating, she clings, holding him like she hadn't held anyone since she was small, since her Dad could still lift her in his arms and carry her to bed when she tried to stay up with him to watch crime dramas and just couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.
And. She's not hyperventilating? But she is still breathing fast and shaking and trying not to make that noise anymore but there is just too much going on in her head to really make sense of anything outside of Guy fucking Fieri being, apparently, back from the dead.]
X...Xand...Dad...
[It's kind of obvious that, in this state of mind, her brain has mashed the two concepts of Xander and Dad into one. Hence the slip.]
BLESS
And. She's not hyperventilating? But she is still breathing fast and shaking and trying not to make that noise anymore but there is just too much going on in her head to really make sense of anything outside of Guy fucking Fieri being, apparently, back from the dead.]
X...Xand...Dad...
[It's kind of obvious that, in this state of mind, her brain has mashed the two concepts of Xander and Dad into one. Hence the slip.]