"Woulda been a nice distraction," he calls back, pressing himself into as much of the corner as he can, to cut down on James's opening, peering down himself.

"Go," he tells her - and he'll wait until he's sure she's clear before he vaults the railing himself, barely catching himself on the edge of the balcony itself, pumping his legs for an instant to set himself swinging, to make sure he doesn't hit the other balcony's railing before he lets go.