[ Welcome to a ten year old's ankle, Karl, but hey, this means she won't tumble and roll right on out and over the side; she's caught halfway out the window. Makes it easier to grab her shoulder as a follow up if his reflexes are that well honed. ]

I'm fine!

[ She blurts out, one elbow throbbing, but it's not bad and she's feeling scrappy enough. She lifts one hand to wave, giving a light kick of her uncaught foot. See? ]

Thank you. Uh... If we push it a little wider, it should be big enough for you to fit through too.

[ One hand now on the window, she leans into it to demonstrate. Slowly, creaking, it complies, unoiled hinges protesting their abuse as it opens, little by little. ]