[She laughs lightly and takes his hand in hers. Her grip is perhaps surprisingly firm, but then she's spent years gripping a tennis racket as a professional player. She can hold on tight when she needs to. The robot falls away from them, crumbling right where it stands as Bette swings them to safety. They land on a rooftop, looking down on the mess they've contributed to, surrounded by what could have been a bigger mess if they hadn't intervened. She's breathless, but there's a bright, almost chipper smile on her face. She truly, truly enjoys this. It's exhilarating.]
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I hope that was gentle enough for you?