[He's...actually a little surprised when Jack grabs hold of his arm and the rope before they can actually fall, and it shows on his face when he blinks up at the thief. There's a small part of him that's grateful, not knowing what he was going to do on the fall down except...well...fall, but he wraps his hand around the thief's forearm nonetheless. The rope shudders with the weight, swinging the two of them suspended in midair above the museum floor, which he looks at over his shoulder.
Okay, maybe he hadn't thought that plan through, but he's running on 2+ hours of sleep. He turns his attention back to Jack, rolling his eyes and wanting to retort but now isn't really the best time for sarcasam.]
I was going to grab something on the way down to cushion our fall, you moron. I'm not an idiot, Frost.
[Not that there was much in the way of things to grab...if he'd moved the rope over a little more they could've landed in the skip bin that the construction workers were using for their rubbish. Nonetheless, he sighs and grudgingly obliges, reaching out for the statue pointed out to him, but keeping a firm grip on the thief's arm. He's not letting him scurry away up the rope.]
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Okay, maybe he hadn't thought that plan through, but he's running on 2+ hours of sleep. He turns his attention back to Jack, rolling his eyes and wanting to retort but now isn't really the best time for sarcasam.]
I was going to grab something on the way down to cushion our fall, you moron. I'm not an idiot, Frost.
[Not that there was much in the way of things to grab...if he'd moved the rope over a little more they could've landed in the skip bin that the construction workers were using for their rubbish. Nonetheless, he sighs and grudgingly obliges, reaching out for the statue pointed out to him, but keeping a firm grip on the thief's arm. He's not letting him scurry away up the rope.]