Natasha sighs, and relaxes slightly. So her arms go from deliberately held above (below) her head to just sort of dangling. Still, his happiness remains infectious. "Well... we're alive. I like being alive." Some days, she feels like she's lying when she says that. Not today. She drops her batons onto the ground, then reaches over and rests her hands on his shoulders to brace herself as she flips down off the branch and over his head onto the ground. "And the mushrooms aren't crushed, so we're still getting paid."

All in all, yeah, not a bad day. "Are you all right?" Her batons still on the forest floor, secondary concern, she reaches out and presses gently above the gash in his armour, wondering how deep it goes.