[ she leans up, and grabs onto the wire, unhooking her knees as she goes. for a moment, she's contorted around herself, feet hanging free in the air — and then she drops to the ground, head first. a speedy twist saves her from what probably wouldn't be a head injury anyway, and she trots over towards the motorbike (and poe, obviously.)
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it's shiny, she's interested. like, suspiciously interested... ]
So you are a rude human. Nosy.
[ pot, kettle. ]