Gela hmms, not looking entirely convinced, "Oh-kay. Well, how about we pledge to stop messin' around with each other right now, and then we don't have to worry about it?"

She holds her hand out to Clarisse, to shake.

The other hand, obviously, since they are already holding hands. And then she's looking up, plotting their course. Pointing toward a taller building, happily close by, "I'm goin' that way. It's easier gettin' up in stages. Are you ready?"