When Anthony grabbed hold, all three of them began to turn over in midair. Kicking frantically to get away from the gasoline, Yuri's foot hit the rear bumper and his ankle twisted with a pop. He groaned, and the two of them began to drift through the air away from the wall; they were not immune to the laws of force and momentum, apparently. "Christ Jesus God." He said. "The real Christ, not the office Christ."
They neared a light pole, but he was on the wrong side. "Miss, could you- ugh- try and grab hold of that! I don't want to get any higher!" Through gritted teeth, he added with a dazed, pained smile, "Your name was...? I normally don't get so close to women I don't... ah, God."