[ Ladybug instinctively moves touch her earrings, letting go of his hand in the process with a frown. She mumbles a curse in the process—something under her breath she’d probably never say as Marinette—and in trying to think of a solution, she sees Cat Noir has already beaten her to the punch.

......Or so he seems to think.

She stares for a moment, eyebrow raised, yet finds herself approaching him. His words echo from just moments before.

Trust me. ]

But we could hurt ourselves even more. Plus my weight will only slow you down.

M-My legs are fine, you know? Maybe I can just—

[ Every beep of her miraculous rattles her nerves with urgency. She doesn’t have time to argue, and...

Even now, looking around and exhausting their surroundings, she sees nowhere she can hide. ]