Cammie stumbles as what would've been her next step doesn't land where she expects it, but she catches herself before she lands flat on her face. Bending over, hands on her knees, she exhales in relief.

"Nope, not hurt. Not more than the odd scrape and bruise I already had from runnin' around helpin' folks." Which is more than she's used to having, but beggars can't be choosers or whatever. "You?"