Justin, had been born with two arms and two legs, so he had been fairly capable of picking himself up on his own accord. And that had just been, what he had been in the middle of doing, when Megan crashed into him - in her bizarre way of seeing if he needed her help. Justin, shook the water off his hands, "Thanks." He muttered with an added eye roll. "I think, I had it though."
He tried again to stand. This time managing to hold himself up. He reached his hand down, "Need a hand?" He figured, they were in the middle of a truce. Well, he did have the upper hand - it would be foolish to try and attack him now. He held back a smirk as he repeated; Megan's fall over in his head again, something he was sure he would remember, whenever he needed a laugh.