Dave can feel Clem's gaze on him and it's obvious he isn't doing much to stop her worrying. He vaguely considers turning around and making a face at her, but there are more important things to worry about than Clem showing a little concern for him.

"Alright, operation 'I'll never let go' is go." He's resigned to agreeing, even he doesn't imagine this will end well. He's repositioning himself, glancing up the span of the ship as he tries to map out the quickest and easiest path up the ship.

"Clem why don't you g- Woah, shit-" He stumbles over his words as his legs give out under him. The ship he'd been staring up at is starting to tilt at a much faster pace and the wet ground has no traction with these shitty dress shoes. His skinny frame is hitting the wall and rolling backward with nothing to grip onto before he's flung off solid ground. By some miracle, he manages to get a grip onto the ledge and god it's fucking hurting his hands to support his weight. "Fffuck." He can't help letting out a grunt of absolute pain, knuckles going white from the strain he's giving himself trying to lift himself back up.