Yeah, probably. [She moves with him, sitting up so she can lean over him in an attempt to pin him down, but mindful not to put her weight on him other than his arms where she's holding. She's been around enough to pick up his unease with weight on him, though she doesn't know the reason why, and frankly hasn't put a thought towards discovering it--it was simply an unspoken condition to their interactions. Another way her sixth sense was aiding her.

She tries to look appropriately apologetic and melodramatic] Unless you get the shot, of course. We could try, but I fear it might be too late. [She looks away briefly to glance around he room and adds:] Can I keep the canoe? [You know, when you're dead and all.]