There is a wide-eyed looking Castian now clutching at Antarcticite's arms and torso, her initial exclamations of indignation now replaced by shrieks of terror as she becomes aware of her circumstances. "Get me out, get me out, help me!" she yells, often and repeatedly, while Antarcticite struggles desperately to sort out an escape plan in the fleeting moments they have left.

Reckless, impulsive--but what else could they have done, they could not have simply stood by and done nothing--

"Antarc!"

Startled, they whip their head around to stare up in shock at--"Rutile..!"

"Give them to me, Antarc; you need to get out!"

That command is enough to snap them out of it, and with a grunt of effort they toss--yes, toss--the shrieking Castian up into Rutile's waiting arms. (They'd better be waiting, at any rate.) That leaves Antarcticite just enough time to leap for the edge of the platform and scrabble desperately above the ledge before the oncoming skytrain comes roaring past, squealing breaks and all.

They make it, barely, though their hasty escape leaves a hairline crack along the side of one leg.

"...did you see that? I can't believe it, that lady nearly died..."

There's an explosion of sound around them as rubberneckers and gawkers crowd around them on the platform, some leaning in to see if the three of them are okay while others simply have their yimos up to liveblog the whole experience on Xa Xa. Antarcticite's wide-eyed shock at the experience is quickly transforming into indignation, though they wobble a little as they push themselves up to their feet.