[ it doesn't quite set in how touchy-feely this all is until he sets a hand on her shoulder. Then again, he's covered in blood and she has a toasted wing. Not exactly the time for her to start getting prickly about personal space. Besides, it's Shadow...

His continued stubbornness, on the other hand, she might take more umbrage with. She frowns, unamused, and grabs his wrist with one hand; if it weren't for the fact that he looked like he might fall over, after all, she'd try to move it away. ]

Right. And that's why you got out of this pinch all by yourself?

[ her reply is acerbic. If she hadn't been paying careful attention just now, who knows what would have happened? Normally, she'd agree with him, but not this time - this entire mission, he's been acting like a rookie. At that moment, the sprinklers finally shut off with a squeak, and the loud echo of indoor rain suddenly stops, reduced in a moment to drips and drops. The sudden quiet is somewhat sobering. Rouge bites off whatever snarky remark she had prepared, instead sighing again under her breath. She folds her outstretched wing and leans back on her heels - not sitting, but still crouched down at eye level with Shadow. ]

... What's gotten into you? You're not usually the reckless type.