[ Her palm slides over the door. At a glance, it just looks like she’s inspecting the surface metal for weak points, flaws to be exploited. That’s not quite correct. What Pyrrha is actually doing is sussing out the vibrations in the metal, layer after layer, feeling the way it thrums and her own pulse skips to match.
When the door opens abruptly, it’s done with her fingers curled around the handle. A necessary act - the door would have been impossible to open legally - and she does not wish her Semblance indicated.
[Komaeda inches closer to peer out the door and look down. Huh. Well.] Even from this high up? Aren't you worried about the height?
[Because he might be. Somehow it seems like it could go quite wrong.] But! I suppose I'll trust you to know what you're doing since I don't have any particularly good ideas of my own to help.
[Sure why not. Please don't just say 'jump' though.]
It’s alright. I have some experience in this sort of thing.
[ Still, she waits patiently. Her offered hand remains empty for the time being and she’s not about to push the issue. Whatever minimal light is let in from the open door illuminates part of his face, making it easier for Pyrrha to know where to look, but the loud wind and louder hissing cuts across her words. ]
All right. Still I'm sorry you have to worry about helping someone like me in this situation.
[Really. Her time would be better spent looking out for herself. But he does reach out to take that offered hand though because well, he doesn't really want to fall to his death. He's got things to live for these days.
But it is a long way down, and that hissing is starting to really get under his skin.]
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S'all good, friendo. c:
When the door opens abruptly, it’s done with her fingers curled around the handle. A necessary act - the door would have been impossible to open legally - and she does not wish her Semblance indicated.
A hand is held out to Komaeda. ]
Come on. I can get us down.
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[Because he might be. Somehow it seems like it could go quite wrong.] But! I suppose I'll trust you to know what you're doing since I don't have any particularly good ideas of my own to help.
[Sure why not. Please don't just say 'jump' though.]
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It’s alright. I have some experience in this sort of thing.
[ Still, she waits patiently. Her offered hand remains empty for the time being and she’s not about to push the issue. Whatever minimal light is let in from the open door illuminates part of his face, making it easier for Pyrrha to know where to look, but the loud wind and louder hissing cuts across her words. ]
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[Really. Her time would be better spent looking out for herself. But he does reach out to take that offered hand though because well, he doesn't really want to fall to his death. He's got things to live for these days.
But it is a long way down, and that hissing is starting to really get under his skin.]