[There's another brief yelp at the drop and then Miguel swings them. To avoid the vertigo from seeing the ground wheeling around wildly, he closes his eyes and temporarily buries his face in Miguel's neck.]

[But then they land on the fl -]

[It's not the floor.]

Still not the floor!

[But Boimler at least can let go and put his legs down. He stays close, practically clinging to Miguel's elbow like a kid trying not to lose their parent in the crowd at a zoo.]

[Of course Miguel then has to pace around.]

Let's just try one of the dens. Or maybe the infirmary, nobody's sick or hurt right now and that's a weird place to put booby traps.