Scrap bounced like a jackrabbit when the chopper lurched forward, and Annie went tumbling right outside of it. The cowgirl's hat flew off, landing back in the chopper as its owner dashed ahead. She forced herself past the gunner and held on to the inside rim of the door with one hand, while her other lurched out to grab Annie's. The leather duster coat whipped back as the wind caught it, flowing behind her to enhance the 'rushing to the rescue' feel of the moment. And when the hat came off, long locks of auburn hair tumbled out, loosely contained with a ponytail clip that sat low on her hair. As a few stray strands whipped across her tomboyish features, she gave Annie a brave grin as she struggled to hold on to her.<br/><br/>"Hardly polite to leave before introducin' yourself, darlin'!" She forced through grit teeth, and slowly began to pull the other girl up. Bracing her boots against the floor of the chopper she yanked back as hard as she could, her cheeks going red from the strain. "Surely...nnnf...yer ma raised ya to have...nng...better manners than that!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>