[At first, she's far too focused on not losing her grip on the doorjamb to notice anything else. The golem wouldn't hurt her, just like it never hurt any of the other students unlucky enough to wander into "restricted" territory, which meant that a lengthy struggle could be turned into a play for time. She's thinking hard about what to do next (kick out at the claw with her other foot, maybe?) when the tugging grip on her ankle suddenly falls away, golem staggering back in a crash of thudding footsteps. Body moving ahead of conscious thought, Lys scrambles upright, looking from it to Jecht and back again.]
Oh, um — I'm fine! [And she is, really. For once.] How did you do that?
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Oh, um — I'm fine! [And she is, really. For once.] How did you do that?