"'Endearingly excessive' is the adjective I think you're looking for there. And where did my comfort come into any of this?" Kelly shot back, rolling his eyes and pushing himself up, pointedly brushing dirt off his hands - the dirt ground into his knees was a lost cause for now.
She already had the door open at least, by the time he was steady on his feet again. And, despite her comment, he's pretty sure she missed most of his awful landing so he just shrugged, "It was either graceless gazelle or land on your knife. Bruises heal faster than cuts, thanks." He tugged said knife out, flipping the blade into his palm to offer it back over as .
"They really should look into better security on this place though..." half a thought, at best, as he followed after her, voice dropping low at the end (because arguable survival skills aside, he wasn't that stupid). There were very few places built with a thought to who - or what - could climb them, and, frankly, that just made his life a whole lot easier. But still, with how easy this had been already? It was a thought. He'd always thought rich people would be more...paranoid? Prepared? Something in there.