[ it's a little silly, but she's Very Charmed by how he treats his weapon... he seems to have its' safety in mind first, which, you know, for someone who's essentially one, too, it just... makes an impression.

at least the landing wasn't as harsh as it could be, she thinks -- a pile of dry leaves is better than straight up asphalt, or something... ]

... oh. [ she doesn't even realize she's gotten so comfortable on top of him until he asks, shaking her head quickly.

but, well, before she gets up, she places both hands next to his shoulderblades and pushes a little, playful and gentle. ] A little rough around the edges, but very pleasant, regardless. Thank you for breaking my fall, Mister Rokurou.

[ she beams, and slowly drags herself off of him, landing in another pile of leaves -- in which she promptly sinks, almost to her head. ]

... ah. It's deeper than I thought.