Clumsy imitation or not, the simple gesture was enough for Lioriley to focus on instead of the frantic and slightly disjointed thoughts of a woman mid-panic. Her body relaxed - just a touch - against his fingertips, the hand on his shoulder gripping a little less aggressively. Think. She had to to think.

"Less so than you think." She admitted, voice still barely above a whisper. The priest was big enough and close enough to block a good bit of her vision. Though she could see his untangled foot had a little more room to the right of it. She bit her lip, chewed on it nervously.

Then, a thought. One she would damn herself for not thinking of sooner. "Slightly to your right and back. But...I have an alternative idea. Do you -" well. This was about to be a loaded question. "Do you trust me?"