[ The noise is a little too loud and Bambi moves her face away slowly, closing her eyes in annoyance, before letting go; all of her gestures seem paced, calculated without being false. There is a natural feel to them, a grace - years of practice. She steps out of the way, back, so as to not be standing too close to the door as Steve drags himself out.
She does not offer her hand at once, first watching him squirm out his awkward exit, and only then does she stretch her bony fingers wrapped in a tight glove to him. She does not have much strength, never was where her forte relied, but it is enough to give him a bit of a pull.
Once he's out, she straightens her back, arms laying by her sides. ]
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She does not offer her hand at once, first watching him squirm out his awkward exit, and only then does she stretch her bony fingers wrapped in a tight glove to him. She does not have much strength, never was where her forte relied, but it is enough to give him a bit of a pull.
Once he's out, she straightens her back, arms laying by her sides. ]
You find yourself unscathed?