Isabel lurched a bit herself, working to regain her footing with what might look to anyone else like a little dance. At least she wasn't too close to the dock, where she might get more acquainted with the air than she really wanted to.

At least not without a parachute, or a glider. Idly she wondered if her bracelet might make a decent either one of those, and realized she didn't really want to find out.

"I can see that," Isabel agreed, though she looked up with uncertainty after that whump. It was never a good noise, ever, and she wondered if something bad was going to happen.