Aves fought against a smile, torn somewhere between being touched by his concern, and wanting to laugh about how the whole things went down, even if it had left her with a killer headache. "He di-," she cut herself off. She didn't really know how to describe how exactly everything had happened. One minute, she was jumping for the window, the next, she was on the ground. It wasn't until later that she even noticed her hand had hit the window frame. "I think it was more of a tackle, actually," she finally said, her eyes on their hands.