Venus doesn't land on her feet; apparently her cat suit doesn't come with the requisite superpowers for such a feat. Instead she lands flat on her ass and back, still flailing her limbs in a way that, for an unfortunate second, somewhat resembles an upturned junebug. It's not the most elegant way to hit the ground, to say the least.
She finds her feet soon enough, though, jumping up and staggering a bit as she readjusts her balance. He must have hit her relatively hard; she's still seeing stars blotching out her vision like neon and watercolors.
"What, or die nameless and faceless like everyone else? No, thank you!" She pauses for a moment, torn between launching herself back at him and heading back for the Cornucopia. He did save her life, but he possibly cost it in the long run, and furthermore, he injured her pride.
Even so, she probably owes him a sentence and a half worth of explanation. She wields an accusatory finger at him like a sword. "I'm an entertainer. I'm not doing this because they say I should do it, I'm doing it because they want me to do it."
Re: (with permission)
She finds her feet soon enough, though, jumping up and staggering a bit as she readjusts her balance. He must have hit her relatively hard; she's still seeing stars blotching out her vision like neon and watercolors.
"What, or die nameless and faceless like everyone else? No, thank you!" She pauses for a moment, torn between launching herself back at him and heading back for the Cornucopia. He did save her life, but he possibly cost it in the long run, and furthermore, he injured her pride.
Even so, she probably owes him a sentence and a half worth of explanation. She wields an accusatory finger at him like a sword. "I'm an entertainer. I'm not doing this because they say I should do it, I'm doing it because they want me to do it."