[ Oh, she has to see this. Though part of her is rooting for him to make it, because then that might actually mean she can too — or he can offer a more constructive suggestion than just "bullshit Jedi voodoo." So, she keeps her lips zipped and eyebrows raised in waiting as she watches him take off.

She does rush to the ledge, reflexes making her flinch and gasp. Though when he's back up beside her, she presses her hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh. ]

What? I didn't say anything!

[ She just laughed, it wasn't a word. ]

Maybe we're thinking too hard about this. Or maybe we should have picked a different program.