"Dave," Anna whines, reaching her foot out carefully for the next rope before shifting her weight. She lets go of his arm once she's got her footing a little more firmly. "As long as you're going to be alright..." She drifts off, because, well, are any of them really going to be alright? They all know the answer to that.

"That's nice of whomever to help you out like that," Anna assesses diplomatically. "I don't think I've met anyone named Guy," she teases.