"Get me high enough," she muttered, "I'll go for his balls." Her shivering turned, momentarily, into a shudder. She rubbed her arms quickly, walking back to Asuma and kneeling. Her hair dripped more water down her back, like an icy finger following her spine. "I think it's safe to say they don't care about our health and well-being." If they did, she could sure use a blanket. "You get any idea what's out there? In reach? If you tossed me up when no one was there..." She chewed on her lip, folding her arms in between her legs and her body for extra warmth.

"Not even my claws'll do much good against metal. Not without..." Jutsu she couldn't use. Even if she'd had more than just an arm stuck outside the grate, she couldn't cast anything new. That her more feral form was holding had come as a surprise.

She glanced sidelong at Asuma, and winced. "Wolf's teeth, you look pretty." The bruises nearly matched the dark hair along his jawline. The skin stretching over one cheekbone was split and needed stitches--it was starting to sag. He smelled like all-over blood. His arms weren't too bad, but she'd seen the line that stretched from shoulder to mid-spine earlier, and smelled the smears of blood left behind when he'd grabbed her.

At least his legs were okay.

"You got any injuries I should know about, if we're gonna be here more than twelve hours?" She shuddered again, and scooted a little bit closer. The water was evaporating off her skin, but not fast enough. Or maybe too fast, since that's what was adding to the cold.