[Jacky figures that she's probably doing this improperly. Bemusedly rejecting the queer harness and lines the man tried to offer her, she's kicked off her sandals and is prepared to scale this wall in nothing more than the outfitshe was wearing when she spied the wall. Which, judging by the other patrons, doesn't seem to be the done thing. Ah, well. Ain't know man alive what can catch Jacky Faber when it comes to scaling, and this wall with all its bright, colourful handholds looks much easier than scaling the rigging in the midst of a tropical storm.
Looking over at the woman next to her, she grins, fox-like.]
ASH3 - rock climbing
Looking over at the woman next to her, she grins, fox-like.]
Race ye to the top?