[She glances down at her would-be rescuer when she cries out, and, well-- she doesn't look like she has the frame to catch a falling person safely, though she had been carrying those heavy props to and from the stage, and - as the creaking catwalk is keen to remind her - beggars can't be choosers.]
A-- Alright. [The steeling breath she takes does little to steady her voice as she counts:] One... two... three!
[And she lets go, falling towards the stage and Berserker's arms with eyes tightly clenched shut. Please don't drop her...!]
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[She glances down at her would-be rescuer when she cries out, and, well-- she doesn't look like she has the frame to catch a falling person safely, though she had been carrying those heavy props to and from the stage, and - as the creaking catwalk is keen to remind her - beggars can't be choosers.]
A-- Alright. [The steeling breath she takes does little to steady her voice as she counts:] One... two... three!
[And she lets go, falling towards the stage and Berserker's arms with eyes tightly clenched shut. Please don't drop her...!]