[The high point of being drunk has now finished; the low point is now a thing. Jane at least lets him guide her out the door, nodding in agreement to the need for fresh air; she can't stand taking down her hands just yet because now she just feels like crying and her face is red for that reason instead of embarrassment.
Pushing her glasses on top of her head, Jane just goes back to hiding her face in entirety now.]
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Pushing her glasses on top of her head, Jane just goes back to hiding her face in entirety now.]