She notices, of course, how ridiculous Dave looks, but now isn't the time to be pointing that out. What he needs is for her to have faith that they can both come out of this unscathed.

Not that they will.

She's swimming for the door when she hears an ominous groaning and creaking of wood, followed by Dave calling out in surprise. She turns, looking for him, and panics when she can't immediately see him, but that's not the worst of it. Some of the furniture is headed for her, too, and she lets out a gasp as she's hit in the chest and stomach by a fast-floating table, knocking the wind out of her.

"Dave--!" She sputters, trying to get the air back. "Are you okay? Where are you?"