[The thing about the physical portion of the emissary training he's been doing is -- he's gotten stronger. Faster. And his reflexes are a lot better than they've ever been. He senses when she's about to fall, registering her scream at the same second as his arms shoot out to catch her as she collides into him.
He shuts his eyes instinctively when the elevator jerks suddenly, to an abrupt stop and he can hear the gears grinding, the chains clanging together that are suspending them in the elevator shaft. When it grows still once more, he sits up slowly, arms still wrapped around her.]
Are you all right?
[He quickly scans her for injuries, eyes troubled.]