"Alright, alright," Smith called back up breathlessly. She dared a glance down, despite her better senses telling her NO DON'T LOOK DOWN, and. yep. gonna die. She was definitely going to die. Keep climbing. Alright, alright. Smith dragged herself further up the sheer wall, even as her heart climbed into her throat and made a little nest there—and then she was home free. Her right hand fell through unexpectedly open air and then scrabbled at the ledge, like when she went up stairs in the dark and expected there to be one more step except there wasn't. And then she was heaving herself up onto the edge, rolling onto her back to suck in a shuddering breath. "Alright," she echoed, a little triumphantly this time. Shit. How was she ever going to get back down.