in a dead-sprint, she picks the little lady up & cradles her close. "don't let go and don't look down." is all the warning she gives the reporter before abruptly bounding vertically up the sheer-face of the sky-scraper.
A disgruntled and mildly panicked 'oof' leaves the smaller woman when weight barrels into her, expertly enough to not bring harm. It's a strange place to be, stranger and terrible when the shrill sound of metal tears behind them.
"W-wait ma'am!!?" There really wasn't time for that, Meryl knows despite the words and she's obeying instinctively, fingers curling into what fabric she can find on the professional hero. The otherworldly feeling of the leap makes her shriek though and soon her face is buried too.
She might be a tad tired of getting things far over her head. Sometimes.





















