To her credit, Julie is much less frantic than the last time she got spit out of the blob's little world. It probably has to do with the part where, this time, she didn't have to pass through space and time to get back. That experience was clearly tied to the blob somehow, or else from falling through the ground. Both were, thankfully, absent this go-around.

But that doesn't mean she isn't still somewhat disoriented. Her heart pounds furiously in her chest, and she winces as she takes heaving breaths. Blood begins to accumulate under the broken skin of her arm and palms. She looks at him for a moment with wide, bewildered eyes, still trying to get any of her bearings back after so long in such a different place.

Still breathlessly panting, she sort of gently throws herself at him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck without care for the blood. He's solid and real and here, and after more than two weeks of only herself and the blob, she is slightly overwhelmed to be in the presence of anyone else. Clinging to him, she chokes back a sob of pure emotion, so many different feelings that she doesn't have much of a name for when they're all combined like this.