Mami felt her breath hitch when Kamina’s hand touched hers, and grinned as he started to help free his belt from the fender’s clutches. When he asked if she was alive, she even managed to laugh a little([i]“well of [b]course[/b] I am”[/i]). Her prayers were answered; he wasn’t dead!  As she dragged him away from the offending strip of metal, she was so elated and relieved that she felt like lifting him up and twirling him around.

And then he made that stupid joke.

Mami rolled her eyes at the crass remark, her cheeks going scarlet now. Even a near-death experience couldn’t stop his mouth, it looked like. As irritating as it was, though, she was pleased to at least be able to hear his voice right now. The crudest joke he could make was better than a death rattle.

“Please,” she huffed. “Just make sure that they don’t float away.” She grunted a bit as she adjusted him in her arms, as he was beginning to slip. With all of his weight resting on her two hands, he was heavier than she realized, and since she wasn't sure how much magic she had left, she'd stopped using it, rendering her arms as feeble as before. “C-Can you stand up at all?”