[The gentleman dukely talk is lost on her, not the least of which because she'd abandoned her communications device. When Alla makes a game try to grab on to Jo's hands, she makes a solid grab... but she's not anchored against anything, and the fact that he feels like he weighs a couple hundred pounds (at least if they weren't a few inches tall) startles the woman. She grunts and slides forward, and is glad that she keeps her gem on her skin at all times. Her roachy wings snap open and she begins buzzing wildly, but to no use.
The best she can do is lower them both in a controlled fall. The only thing keeping her from cussing up a storm is the fact that they are so close to the lightstream--dipping in and out of it, in fact--that all she feels is calm resolve and acceptance of the inevitable. Everything is going to be okay.]
Big boy, aren't you? Jesus, [she chuckles, once she can feel his feet touch ground and the weight wrenching her arms lightening up. She only realizes how much she'd been sweating when she touches down, herself. An old injury from childhood had left her right arm straining enough that she rotated it now gingerly; she didn't want anything popping out of any sockets on behalf of a dumb stunt like that.] What did you say your name was?
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The best she can do is lower them both in a controlled fall. The only thing keeping her from cussing up a storm is the fact that they are so close to the lightstream--dipping in and out of it, in fact--that all she feels is calm resolve and acceptance of the inevitable. Everything is going to be okay.]
Big boy, aren't you? Jesus, [she chuckles, once she can feel his feet touch ground and the weight wrenching her arms lightening up. She only realizes how much she'd been sweating when she touches down, herself. An old injury from childhood had left her right arm straining enough that she rotated it now gingerly; she didn't want anything popping out of any sockets on behalf of a dumb stunt like that.] What did you say your name was?