The flailing as he pushes himself up knocks her away and hard into the arm of the couch - not enough to cause any real damage, but she can tell immediately it's going to bruise. She's less worried about that than she is about Steve, wide-eyed and panicky and trembling. It's not a good look on him.

She gets up slowly, eyes locked on his, and reaches carefully for his shoulder. "Hey. Are you okay?"