"Okay...okay...think. Think. You just launched a girl into low orbit on reflex. What do you do next."

He paces frantically. Finally, he stops and thumps his fist into his open palm.

"If she was a fortune teller, she should have seen that coming! So it's totally not my problem! Man, I was worried for nothing! She's totally got this!"

With a nod, he makes his way out of the shack, only to stop. With a sigh and a roll of his eyes, he turns back and bounds his way up the sides of the buildings, bouncing back and forth between the close buildings until he's high above them. By now, poor Iris is descending, but luckily, Darin is there to pluck her from the sky and land aways down the alley. Iris looks up at him, a little star struck...that is, until he drops her unceremoniously onto the ground, heaving a great big sigh.

Iris, rubbing her rear, counters the only way she knows how:

"You dick!"