[...Wow. Were that slightly less of a dramatic entrance, she might actually have a remark to offer about being completely fine with having guys fall for her but they probably shouldn't take it so literally; as it is, that sure is a guy who just went clocktower to cobblestones in a matter of seconds, which means that's her cue to book it over and make sure he's hopefully not dead.
Which is a thing she's very qualified to judge, all things considered.
So she rushes over as fast as her sandaled feet can carry her, with her golden retriever bounding along at her side, and when she reaches Dave she's kneeling down in an instant (quite the nimble feat, in a skirt that relatively short) to investigate.]
Hey! Oh my god, mister, are you okay? Hey, speak to m—
[...]
...Okay, it sounds like you hit your head pretty badly...
clocktower!!
Which is a thing she's very qualified to judge, all things considered.
So she rushes over as fast as her sandaled feet can carry her, with her golden retriever bounding along at her side, and when she reaches Dave she's kneeling down in an instant (quite the nimble feat, in a skirt that relatively short) to investigate.]
Hey! Oh my god, mister, are you okay? Hey, speak to m—
[...]
...Okay, it sounds like you hit your head pretty badly...
["Jesus's zombie ballsack", indeed.]