Hotspot's Dilema: When is a Hero Not a Hero? (OPEN)

"Too late." Catra hopped up of the floor, gracefully taking her place on another tower railing. She reached out, holding to a small rising pole that might have been used for a banner or flag but was now bend at an odd angle. She swayed lightly, hanging partially out over the edge with little concern for if she would fall. She brought a hand up, resting it upon her brow while looking to the to bay where the memorable tower resided.

"Mmm, not sure how I can help, but sure, whatever." She gave a light shrug, turning her head to glance back to Hotspot. One of her ear drooped at his question, clamping her lips shut holding something back... for a few moments anyway. When she did burst out laughing her voice cracked a bit, she had a very recognizable giggle and was unabashedly letting it out now.

"I mean, they aren't terrible people, right? Its shouldn't be hard to convince them, unless they aren't as nice as you think they are." She hummed softly in contemplative thought. She paused, letting that thought take root before letting out another lighthearted laugh, playing it off as a bit of humor. "But that can't be the case."

"Me? Fly? No, I don't think so." She pushed off the pole, twirling recklessly on the ball of her foot, almost like a ballerina until her spin came to a slow stop, her back to Hotspot. She extended her arms out to the side, chin pointed skyward as she closed her eyes. "I guess you'll just have to carry me." Her weight slowly shifted, drifting backwards towards Hotspot. She shows no signs of saving herself with an acrobatic maneuver, instead, she was committing to a trust fall towards him, expecting to be caught before hitting the floor on the top of the tower.