"Smart move," she said, gently teasing. "Speaking as someone who spends much of her time in cemeteries, they really suck as shortcuts." After an initial appearance check to make sure no war wounds had happened during his fall and blood wasn't present, she shifted her weight forward to her toes, heels rising from the floor as she gave the mattress a little more of a push for Danny to get loose from it.
She frowned in concern at his movement, shifting support of the mattress to one hand, ready to offer the other in case he needed it. She started to extend it when he seemed to falter, worried that the fall might have done more damage than it had first seemed. "That's always the easiest to bruise." Once he was free from the mattress, she gave it a shove towards the railing. Vi grinned as she glanced back at him. "A few brain cells, huh? That's about the equivalent of what's lost during a single viewing of the Jerry Springer show." She reached out to gently smack his arm reassuringly. "Also, when things go nuts around here and you're unaffected. Trying to keep up will kill a few too."
She suddenly found herself comparing the mattress to the elephant in the room. They probably would have smelled the same too. Burned mattress reeked horribly. She glanced between Danny and the mattress while he told his story, not quite sure if she believed it. The idea of quashing a fire with a mattress seemed pretty strange but when there wasn't much to smother the fire, it could work. Maybe. "It's lucky you were thinking quick," she said, willing to give the benefit of the doubt. That and unless the situation was a matter of life and death, she wasn't one to call people out. Poor Danny looked like he'd had a rough enough time already.
"Do you want some help getting this outside?" she offered, tilting her head towards the mattress. "Then we could go liberate you a new one from one of the free rooms on the emptier floors. No one will notice for a while and if they do, they'll go pick another room."