She crouches next to him when he all but misses sliding straight off the edge of the roof. These damn visions– it's why she came up high, but somehow it isn't all that surprising to think at least one other person had the same idea. Everyone's desperate as it drags on longer, anyone might try anything at this point.

"Are you all right?" she asks, glancing him over, unsure if he'd actually hit his head or anything.

Her lips quirk a little at the question. Of memories she's forcibly been sharing, the ones that evoke that question are perfectly innocent and beautiful. She nods, "Yes, we were performers, my family and I."