The back of Florence's hand brushed all along the side of his neck, getting a good feel of the muscle and other little bits and pieces. Her eyes remained trained intensely on his neck and never broke... eye contact? Not really eye contact, necks don't have eyes, but you understand. She pinched and poked at his neck before she suddenly snapped out of it and drew her hand back. The life in her eyes came rushing back, and along with that, it seemed the realization of what she was doing also came with.
She struggled looking for something to say, the words to apologize. The boy in front of her was probably highly uncomfortable and it was her fault. What could she say that could possibly make him more comfortable? Or to attempt to regain forgiveness. In the short period of that spanned the moments after Florence regained her sentience, she wracked her brain to think of possible things that she could say. Something that could salvage this meeting. One nanosecond long panic attack later, Florence had her response. She stood up, and took a deep breath.
"Bye." She said very quickly, poking his nose. Florence then climbed over the couch the exact way that she'd got onto it and left the area as quickly as she possibly could. That went amazingly!