Bent over the way she was as if to nurse the small stab of pain that seemed to already be fading from her leg, Jessica Rabbit really had no choice but to straighten up as slowly and sensually as she could, dragging her hand along the (not nearly as) exposed leg she only thought was peaking out of the dangerously high slit in her dress. And once she was up, she could really only throw back her shoulders a little, exmphasizing the (apparently) impossible curves of her body as she threw back the long curtain of red hair that was not actually covering her face, and settled a smouldering look on Mr. Tall, Green, and Handsome over there.

"It seems as if maybe something...got me," she said, voice still with her usual huskiness, but it was...breathier, lighter, smoother. "But it seems to be getting..." There was a lingering, suggestive pause, "...much better now."

Better enough to saunter forward, anyway, to try to get....irresistably closer.