Jasper and Muse on a stairwell
"It's not too bad," he told her, carefully wrapping up one of her feet once she'd brushed the glass away. "They're just feet. And it could be a lot worse." Such as everyone around them, flailing about. Jasper didn't know how to help them, other than to yell for them to hang on to something and hang on tight. "I don't know-- I caught two napkins, but I could aim for a bottle of champagne. I just don't think I'm gonna find one that's not broken at this point."