During one of the stops Snickers had decided to move to the backpack. The fact she had clawed Heather some to tell her and squirmed when she was moved, Heather was not on the best of moods. Standing as far from the edge as she could when the block came down her reflexes took over and she was grateful she wasn’t the only one. Eyes falling to Ebisu she muttered a curse but she knew she couldn’t get to him in time, relieved when Battler did. However, she hadn’t expected to be grabbed herself.<br/><br/>Falling she felt more than heard her wrist dislocate. What grip she’d had on Battler vanished but his grip still held. Her other hand held onto Ijemaru’s. She was going to yell at Ebisu to wake up but he was already forming a platform. Kneeling on it she held her wrist and took a few smaller breaths, holding onto her wrist. She didn’t curse, didn’t scream or yell she just assessed what had happened to her wrist. She stood resting her hand against her body. “Let’s not do that again.” She said in an attempt to keep her own mood relatively pleasant despite the pain that reverberated from her wrist.<br/><br/>Snickers was meowing like crazy in her pack and she tried to console her frightened cat that had tried to flee but was stopped when Heather had put her feet on ‘solid’ ground. Poking her head out Snickers inspected the situation soon deciding it was too cold to remain. Heather shook her head and with her good hand zipped up the pack leaving only a small hole so Snickers could at least breathe.