She knows she's sunk when she hears that laugh. Suddenly, his voice is in her ear and his arm is on her waist, and she yelps through her laughter as that wall disappears from in front of her fingertips.

She clutches his arms as they spin, laughing too hard to keep her eyes open to the scenery streaking past her vision, before they slam into that wall.

She's still clutching his arms, chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath amidst her giggles. She tilts her head back against his chest to look up at him, cheeks rosy from the cold and the exertion and the utter joy, a broad grin on her face. Her hair is a little messy from the wind.

"'I may be little, but I am mighty,'" she quotes, breathing hard. Her blue eyes are bright. "Can give the best a run fer their money, when the heels come off."