She may not have felt the floor give, but it was impossible not to see the edges of the floor give away. Too close, entirely too close. It was hard to say if it was breathing in smoke or that realization that made it hard to breath in that moment. Though the strong grip probably didn't help anything, Logan couldn't think to argue about leaving, just in case the floor kept giving out.
Being thrown over his shoulder was hardly amusing and she did protest, quite a bit at his backside. Most of it was drowned out by the general noise of the fire eating the building and her voice not being 100%, but Logan definitely protested.
The disgruntled noise she made at being set down finally should have been audible, but seeing the look on his face it sort of died in her throat. "I'm not the one who almost just died. Are you okay?" Logan hated the thread of distress in her tone, hated that she felt so uneven at the thought of him nearly biting it. Though her arms found their way around his back, her grip on him far from delicate, she made another sound of protest. Pointing out the unlikeliness of that happening died in her throat though, because that sounded like opening a door on something they hadn't breached. Echoed her own thoughts on the matter too.
She pulled back slightly, enough to look up at his face but not enough to let go. She wasn't ready to let go, wasn't quite convinced he hadn't done something stupid and ended up dead because of it just yet. Words would have been good, but she wasn't great at those, so she pressed up onto her toes to press their lips together instead. Putting everything she was thinking into the kiss.