Ah, but Yngvi is tiny and master of the combat roll. He can just roll on out of a house he isn't welcome in. Christine isn't near as wily.

"I think she can, but there are so many and they are like talking to children until they are able to understand--" Oh, hello Yngvi, how are you? Christine is fine. No longer on the verge of a panic attack now, so that's a plus. She moves forward and holds out a hand to help him up. Yes, she knows there's a fifty percent chance his hand is filthy, or bloody, or has a nug attached by its teeth. She will be washing thoroughly later.

"Thank you, Yngvi."