( emma. )

        She opens her mouth to explain that she thought that she’d fly, rather than get her butt handed to her by the floor, then realises she’ll probably sound like a loon. Mouth shuts.

                     “Yeah. I guess. You’re right.”

         "Yeah, I guess I am.
          What were you even trying to do?“

Brows perk and Balfour tilts his head aside briefly. It had looked like quite the display of stupidity; he’s curious as to what she was trying to manage from it all.