Rhyker rises onto her knees, but stops, seeming kinda lost. It's not easy to find a place for her hand on this narrow of a beam…

Especially not with a passenger. One of her arms is wrapped around them, obviously trying to obscure them from view. Her cageyness doesn't unsettle you any less.

You are trying extremely fucking hard not to stare at this point.

When you can't help it, though, you sneak another glance in, and Rhyker has managed to wobbily rise to her feet–