Jill's mind blanked in her panic. It was like the gears were turning in slow motion in her head. All she knew was that she needed to get away from that room. Pushing harder against Jack, the two of them backed out of the room and out into the empty hallway. Jill used the wall as a guide to keep herself standing as she walked mindlessly with Jack back towards the staircase. When Jack retched, Jill clamped her own hand over her mouth to try to keep the contents of her stomach down forgetting in her haste that her hand was covered in gore. She realized her mistake too late and let loose the contents of her stomach on the fancy carpet. When the heaving stopped, she frantically wiped at her face with her sleeve, doing her best to wipe the blood off of her face. No matter how much she wiped however, she still felt dirty imagining that vile substance on her body and her motions became more frantic until she was sobbing in her panic.