"Yeah, I don't think that's going to happen any time soon." At least she's sure enough of that to be standing over him without too much concern. His arm is messed up, even with his exceptional agility, he's not going to be pulling himself up from this.

"The way I smell it, this will be going one of two ways. Either I wait here long enough to smell you drop to your death--or I crush your fingers and hurry along the process." She couches down, her face coming just that much closer to his. "This is usually the part where I flip a coin to decide your fate, but I'm feeling generous. So I'll let you pick. One scream of fury for me crushing your fingers, two for letting you drop on your own."