[Felicia looks up with him, trying to pick out the path she took to the ground by noting the broken branches]
Hmph. One hopes. I, for one, will be happy to never have to repeat the experience.
[she looks over at Cain, then, with a smile, reaches over with a mechadendrite (since, thanks to all the augmetics built onto her shoulders, she can't raise her natural arms very high) and gently plucks a stray leaf from his hair]