:: little thoughts continue to nibble at the edges of her focus as she nears the top of the crumbling cliff face, but she has regained her ability to dispassionately observe that they are occurring and allow them to fritter off into nothingness. Looking up, she frowns, re-evaluating the path that she'd chosen for their ascent with a steely gaze now that she is able to get a closer look at it. :: @Lt Doc Navarro Upon closer inspection, the suitability of this approach looks to have been deceptive from below. I don't think it's safe. :: she casts her eyes to the left, and then to the right, considering her options, making mental calculations taking the size, weight, and flexibility of her body into account, along with the integrity of the cliff face and potential visual distortions presented by the stark, angled shadows cast by the bright mid-afternoon sun :: @Lt Doc Navarro But I think I see an alternate approach. I'll just need to move a meter and a half to my left. :: Without waiting for a response, she begins gingerly making lateral movement, working her way toward a new ascent path ::