Neo wasn't fast enough to prevent her from falling, but he crouched down next to her. Absently he rubbed at the back of his neck, debating whether or not he ought to yell for help. He wasn't sure where the rest of the crew was, but he knew if he yelled loud enough, someone was bound to hear him. It might have been easier, but he still hesitated. He wanted to do this himself.

"This is the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a ship, a hovercraft. It's where I live. And I know you're worried about your hair," he hastened to add. "And you're weak and nothing's working right or making sense. But it will. I promise. Can I... Are you hurt? Can I help you up?"