[ don't make such pessimistic predictions!!1 ]

Yes, yes...

[ for a moment the only moving thing is the rope still merrily swinging over a gap from a high-up branch (looks like something's embedded in the branch's bottom, rather than tied around it). And then the pair of legs sticking out of a fernbush right themselves on solid bark as he pushes himself up

huh, his mech arm looks a little different today. ]

Miss Porter. Good evening.