[ Della waits for the landing, hoping that she doesn't break or bruise anything. Boy, wouldn't that be fun to explain to her roommates? So she waits.
And waits.
And waits.
Finally, she opens one eye and sees the boy she risked her feathers for all fine and dandy. ]
Wha - Oh, come on! I used up a perfectly good bodyguard "NOOOOO" for that! Aw, phooey.
[ Unaware that THIS was what finally pushed the guilt button, Della wobbles as she tries to sit back up... dang. That loosened her prosthetic up a bit. ]
Hang on, lemme just...
[ She reaches down, shifting her metal leg back and forth a bit. Upon closer inspection, it looks like it's odd pieces of metal with bits of gauze and gum holding it together - if he even has any idea what any of those things are. But she seems satisfied after a few seconds, sighing with relief. ]
Oh, good. If I busted this up, Fenton would never let me hear the end of it... Then I'd get the lecture, and the puppy-dog eyes, which is so weird when he has an actual puppy-dog...
[ But she's rambling, and it's time to focus on what's REALLY important, as far as she's concerned. Time to face the boy, and give him a good look up and down. He looks okay, for the most part, but she still has to ask. ]
You all right? You didn't get hurt, did you? ... Well, anymore hurt than what I caused, anyway.
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And waits.
And waits.
Finally, she opens one eye and sees the boy she risked her feathers for all fine and dandy. ]
Wha - Oh, come on! I used up a perfectly good bodyguard "NOOOOO" for that! Aw, phooey.
[ Unaware that THIS was what finally pushed the guilt button, Della wobbles as she tries to sit back up... dang. That loosened her prosthetic up a bit. ]
Hang on, lemme just...
[ She reaches down, shifting her metal leg back and forth a bit. Upon closer inspection, it looks like it's odd pieces of metal with bits of gauze and gum holding it together - if he even has any idea what any of those things are. But she seems satisfied after a few seconds, sighing with relief. ]
Oh, good. If I busted this up, Fenton would never let me hear the end of it... Then I'd get the lecture, and the puppy-dog eyes, which is so weird when he has an actual puppy-dog...
[ But she's rambling, and it's time to focus on what's REALLY important, as far as she's concerned. Time to face the boy, and give him a good look up and down. He looks okay, for the most part, but she still has to ask. ]
You all right? You didn't get hurt, did you? ... Well, anymore hurt than what I caused, anyway.