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The ladder was just barely out of reach and Scorpio let out a frustrated sound, panic gripping her as adrenaline began to rush through her system. She was going to fall, and it was going to hurt; she was going to get into so much trouble if she turned up with a broken bone or a contusion (because no, she wasn't willing to even entertain the thought of a much more grim outcome to the fall).

It was right about then that she felt, more than saw Nate grasp her wrist, effectively stopping her fall when he yanked her forward. Mostly out of instinct, she gripped the nearest thing, which for the time being, just so happened to be him, "Oh... oh gosh," a pause as she breathed harshly, showing she had gotten quite the scare out of the situation; her nerves were in fact, not made of steal, and the adrenaline was still pumping through her vein, "I-I have no idea how I'd have explained a couple of broken bones when I got back," and she was still doing a very, very good job of ignoring the fact the fall might've just resulted in a lot worse than just a few broken bones.

"I'm fine," her gaze traveled down to her feet and she lifted one of them to glare pathetically at the heel before turning sharply to face him, "That is not fair! I didn't design the outfit, and I'm mostly sure no female would have. These things are not exactly the best garments for fighting. I keep wondering whose bright idea this was, and if they're having a particularly good time watching from some hidden location," she was pouting, but she believed she had a good reason to.

Finally noticing she was still gripping onto him like a life line, the girl let go (again, in her defense, her instincts were still pretty much screaming for her to hang onto anything solid and he just so happened to be there), "Sorry... I don't usually jump on these things, for obvious reasons. I found out the hard way on one of my first nights."

"I don't get to chose how it looks like," it was... it was complicated. Besides, she was actually sure that at the end of the day, hers wasn't all that bad. There were others that were much more questionable, "You should see Libra's," she murmured under her breath, taking a moment to brush off her skirt, as if it might've come into contact with dirt or dust and she couldn't bear the thought of it, "Or Cancer's..." yeah, on second thought, she figured that she could've done a lot worse than this.

Her gaze lifted to meet his and her silence pretty much told him that yes, this was more or less the equivalent of a super-suit for her. Which sounded really, really messed up, not that she thought about it, "It's surprisingly warm though, which is good. It has it's perks," ah yes, she'd noticed that even on colder nights she didn't freeze to death, "The heels I could do without though," She'd always wondered how it worked, and her past memories didn't quite extend to this sort of information, which was a pity.

It was a mystery. Durrrrr, the irony, it burned.

Now that she was calmer, she focused her attention back on the ladder, pressing a hand to her chest as she took a last few couple of deep breathes. His offered hand did catch her attention though and she took it, "Thank you," a pause as she began to climb up the ladder, "Why, exactly, do you want to jump from building to building. What purpose does that serve?" because surely he must have a purpose other than 'for the hell of it'. Right? Riiiiiight....

....Oooooh, he was just so very lucky that they were on a ladder and that she had very little handy (aside her magnifying glass - using that would have really hurt him, and she didn't want that) which could be used to hit him with. So she had to settle with sending him a mortified look, which soon shifted into a mild glare.

She jumped over the top of the railing with ease, allowing him to help her. It was slightly contradictory, the way he spoke and the way he acted; she wondered if he'd noticed that, or if he was doing it unconsciously. Something told her it might've easily been the later, for some reason, and that if she brought it up, he was going to become self conscious.

Boys.

"For one, because it's dangerous?" her initial anger was long past and her tone hinted that she was amused. Apparently the girl was rather laid back for the most part. Huh... she hadn't looked at it like that. In a way, his words made sense, and yet at the same time they didn't; the pain that gripped her heart was still there, and it seemed to intensify, as if to tell her that yes, it was still there, and it wasn't going to let her forget, "I don't know... I have trouble having fun when the people I care for... can't come back," she couldn't say 'die'. It was still fresh, and just thinking about the word hurt, "I wish it was that easy."

But then he was grinning at her and pointing at the jump, and the girl turned her head to examine it; the distance wasn't too harsh. She'd done worse before, "I can do that," a pause as she turned her head to him, the silent question rung unasked.

Could he?

Scorpio was trying really hard to understand what he meant, but after seconds ticked by and she blinked at him, it was clear that no, she did not get it. Not really. But maybe that was just her past memories getting in the way there; most were subconscious, but the idea of risking yourself willingly, for fun, seemed preposterous.

Then again, according to him, they weren't really risking anything, because he knew he could do it, and she knew she could do it. So... where exactly was the point in this? "No, I don't think I will get hurt," Still, she was apparently open minded enough to give it a try, because she arched a brow at him and did the equivalent of flourish with her hands, indicating that he could go first if he wished. For the time being, she was choosing to ignore his blunder and the sadness that had crept up on her without warning. He hadn't meant for it, and she didn't blame him.

She watched as he stepped back, and rushed for the ledge, however... something was off. Something about the dash, or maybe the jump had been off, and before she could dwell on it, she took a few steps back and rushed for the ledge. She was luckier than him, skidding to a stop on the other building's roof top (but then again, she boasted increased stats, and she didn't think that was particularly fair - she wasn't sure she'd have made that jump in her normal form), "Wait, no!" she scrambled to her feet and peered over the edge, her hand extending so he could take it.

"Let me help you!" for some odd reason, it felt important. Please, just let her do this one thing. Let her feel useful for once. She'd been feeling so utterly useless...

He wasn't going to take her hand; she could see it in his eyes when he looked up at her. He was going to fall, and there was nothing she could do.

Panic gripped her. Sheer, pure panic, and she had no idea what to do other than look at him helplessly. It was right around then that his feet slipped again, and he lost his grip on the railing with one hand, "No!" her eyes had widened and she prepared herself to lean further over the edge in an attempt grip him, even without his permission... even if it meant putting herself in danger to do so. Thankfully though, because she could act, he grasped her hand off his own free will, and the Zodiac pressed her boot again the railing for leverage as she pulled up with all her might. It wasn't exactly easy business, but it was probably clear to him now that she was, in fact, unnaturally strong.

Fearing she might pop his shoulder out of it's socket, he used let go of his arm with one hand and gripped the front of his shirt, tugging at it too once he was mostly over the side. It was hard work, but after a small while, Scorpio gave a final tug that sent them both successfully onto the safety of the roof.

There was no gloating from her and no humiliation awaiting him whatsoever. If anything, it looked like she was actually physically refraining herself from actually fussing over him, like he mattered. Maybe he did. Didn't everyone matter? "No more jumping," she told him, sounding breathless, "Please," at least though, the feeling of uselessness had dissipated, and even if she couldn't quite tell yet, a small, tiny little crack in her heart healed over, because she couldn't change the past... but the future was still open to be changed.

What she did, did matter.

Scorpio was still pretty much stuck on the 'He's fine, I'm fine, we're both fine, oh god, oh god, he's fine' brain process, which meant her mental capacities were lowered rather sharply as she caught her breath. It took her several moments to realize the awkward position they had landed it, and yet still, couldn't even seem to muster the energy to care because he was fine, and she was fine, and god, she was so glad no had seen them do that.

Slowly, she pulled herself away from him and into a sitting position, pressing her hand to her chest in an attempt to calm herself down. It took her several breaths, but when she finally did, he was talking and she turned her head to look at him, "I'm glad I was able to help," and she really, really did mean that; they weren't just empty words, "I think... I cheated. Just a little bit," she lowered the hand she'd been pressing to her chest between pants, "I wouldn't have made it, if I had been... like this," and she gestured to herself, though it was possible he didn't quite get where she was coming from, "I get a bit," a lot, actually, "Of a boost in... uhm, stats?" that sounded stupid, but it was as near to an explanation as she could get, "Yours was better," he would've made it, had he taken the leap right. If there had been an exam on building jumping... he'd have gotten a decent grade, even despite the questionable landing.

Either she was reading him, or she'd pegged him off as the type, because after letting out a sigh, leaning her back against the railing, she shook her head, "You owe me nothing. You already did something for me," she offered him a smile then, "I was feeling kind of down," technically, she still was - too much had gone on that she couldn't ignore, but at least she no longer felt like everything had been lost - because everything hadn't been lost. There were still a lot of them left, and focusing on what they'd lost, rather than on how to maintain what they still had, was not going to help. The situation wasn't ideal, but it was... workable, "I'm feeling a lot better," she then looked down at her gloved hands, frowned at them and slipped one of her gloves off before offering him her hand to shake, "Friends?" it was cheesy, but hey, it worked.

Laughter was contagious, because Scorpio was, in fact, having a hard time not joining him. She was pretty sure it was the adrenaline; she'd had it coursing through her veins not once, but twice in a very short length of time. That had to do something to one's inhibitions, or something, she was sure of it. As it was though, she just grinned back at him, because she was honestly just glad they were both fine. Never mind that the risks had been taken willingly, and never mind that they had been her fault - she should keep her mouth closed next time. Don't tell strange guys with paintball guns that you jump off of buildings; it has consequences.

"Don't look at me like that. I swear I'm not insane, I'm not making it up. I could probably pick you up if I tried," and now that she thought about it, it was sort of embarrassing. However, as far as patrol nights went, this one hadn't been half bad. She'd not encountered Youma or Negaversers, had gained a friend and had actually managed to cheer up more than she realized.

Not half bad at all.

"We helped eachother. Cheesy, but it works," she shrugged slightly and shook his hand with a smile, then, after a few moments, took a deep breath and raised to her feet, brushing off her skirt; this time it had gained dust from when she'd skidded, but it didn't seem to have been harmed. Her head looked up to the sky, and then to her wrist, where she.... obvious lacked a watch, "What time is it?" she should technically be heading back - she hoped to God her parents had tried to go into her room while she'd been out, "I didn't find Youma, but I found you. I guess I should call it a night."

He either had no watch, or wasn't sharing; either way, she was pretty sure she was pushing it and it would be very, very bad if her parents decided to try and open her locked door. Thus, with a sigh, she stretched her arms over her head, working out her strained muscles and decided that yes, she should indeed be getting back.

His words caught her attention though, and she turned look at him. For some odd reason, and despite his choice of words... he looked dejected, forlorn, even lonely. Scorpio could identify with that, to some extent, "I like you," she said, almost as abruptly as he had spoken, "I like you a lot - you're a lot nicer than you let on, and you thought Fluffy was cool," she was beginning to think she was the only that appreciated the dog. That gave him points in her book.

Even if it wasn't sentient, she still felt it was downright awesome, "Look," she grabbed his wrist and tried to guide him to the side of the building, pointing towards the near distance; the trees of the park could barely be seen from where they stood, "I usually follow the same route. That's not entirely important. What is important, is that I take the park around nine. It's usually calm," her fuku also didn't quite stand out nearly as much as others and she could go about her business more often than not.