[Holly does, in fact, manage to stay upright when Star appears, though the way her shoulders lift and her mouth clamps shut betrays her own anxiety. She said she trusts her son, and she meant it with every fiber of her being, but as it turns out, instincts are tricky things to repress on both sides of the equation.
She remains silent, still in the wake of Jotaro's awkward rambling, with how much of it she actually hears being debatable as her eyes remain locked on the Stand. One second passes, two seconds, three-- she takes in Star's appearance slowly, and everything from his wild black hair to his piercing eyes to his warrior's build is exactly as she remembers it.
Except... the body language is all wrong. This isn't the hulking berserker that broke apart iron bars as though it was nothing. This is... fear? Of her? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Her head cants to the side, shoulders lowering as confusion washes in where tension ebbs away. The agonizing silence is broken by the sound of her heel clicking on the tile floor of the cafe as she takes one hesitant step forward. Then another, and another. And she's so perplexed by this turn of events that she doesn't even make note of when she comes in range of one of those arms nearly as big as her torso, simply staring up (and up, and up) at the Stand with something that could almost be construed as concern in her eyes.]
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She remains silent, still in the wake of Jotaro's awkward rambling, with how much of it she actually hears being debatable as her eyes remain locked on the Stand. One second passes, two seconds, three-- she takes in Star's appearance slowly, and everything from his wild black hair to his piercing eyes to his warrior's build is exactly as she remembers it.
Except... the body language is all wrong. This isn't the hulking berserker that broke apart iron bars as though it was nothing. This is... fear? Of her? That doesn't make any sense at all.
Her head cants to the side, shoulders lowering as confusion washes in where tension ebbs away. The agonizing silence is broken by the sound of her heel clicking on the tile floor of the cafe as she takes one hesitant step forward. Then another, and another. And she's so perplexed by this turn of events that she doesn't even make note of when she comes in range of one of those arms nearly as big as her torso, simply staring up (and up, and up) at the Stand with something that could almost be construed as concern in her eyes.]
... You're not... scaring my son anymore, right?