You have heard of zombies, right, Tim? Cause I'm betting my medical condition's the scary one. You know, the one where if I die, I get right back up again and start biting people.

[The bickering is honestly helping her, though considering he seems to be having enough trouble breathing without adding conversation to the mix, it might not be very thoughtful. But it lets her focus on something other than how far from the ground they are, or how uncomfortable she is with the whole touching thing or how her legs are burning from the uncomfortable position.

Something like the high potential of this being a disaster. But zombies are familiar ground, at least.]

Fall from this height probably wouldn't kill me, but it might make me bleed, and that would probably kill you. So forgive me for being overly fucking cautious.