Danny swallowed roughly, his lungs finally losing that burning feeling. He still felt raw and horrified, but he wasn't panicking any more. Liz happened to glance sideways at Rachel in time to notice she was standing there without a shirt on. She rose and walked towards Rachel, keeping her voice quiet. "It's okay, Rachel. Danny's alright." She took her own sweater off to offer it to the poor girl.

Crawling out from under the table a bit, it was clear Danny was still shaking. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to freak out," he said, practically begging Zoe for her forgiveness. "He was just so...large." Danny had meant 'imposing' but 'large' was the only word he could think of.