Falcon grinned sheepishly at the girl who helped her up.<strong>"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks. I hate it when that happens."</strong>She commented a bit sheepishly, having had the vague hope that nobody had seen her mess up, but evidently they had. Oh well. Falcon raised an eyebrow a fraction at the girl's high heels, not quite sure if the choice of footwear was quite appropriate, then she regained control of her face and decided that it didn't matter much. What mattered was that this girl was alive, because it didn't look like the others were going to make it anytime soon. She didn't want to think about that, so she tried finding a distraction for her brain. The guy that dropped out of nowhere was a pretty good distraction.<br/><br/><strong>"Was it really necessarily to jump in like that?"</strong>Falcon demanded, a bit snappishly, but then she sighed slightly. She didn't need to get a bad face already, and she made a mental note not to be too mean and hold her temper for the time being.<strong>"Good to re-meet you, I suppose, Nero and Christina. And I didn't send anything either, but I sure did fly like hell to get over here."</strong>Falcon said, grinning briefly, before her mind reeled back to what could have happened to the others, and the girl who had sent the warning in the first place. Great.<strong>"Oh, and I'm Falcon. And my nickname was also Falcon, so not much to explain there." </strong>She added quickly with a small smile. Then her mind was back at the wonder-what-happened-to-them stage.<strong>"Is this all of us?"</strong>She asked worriedly, not liking the odds. In order for her to have felt safe, it would have been nice for two or three more people. Or maybe ten. Four was too little. What had happened to them all?