Junko groaned as the ground beneath her feet shook. She was under a hundred pounds and very top heavy. Naturally she fell forward into the foliage. It was fortunate that the brush was here to break her fall, and she wasn't looking over the edge of the ravine... At least the engine wash from the jump jets didn't mess up her hair.

	"Well, it would have been nice if we could all cross together... but there may be an advantage to having a few people waiting on the other side." the fashionista tore a large leaf off of a plant and made herself a makeshift sling for the SMG. "This small stretch of jungle has a few trees, some vines, and all kinds of good stuff. We can probably make something to cross without much difficulty." It was at this point Junko took note of the short skeleton standing on a scythe. "You can fly? I don't suppose you'd be interested in helping the rest of us cross, would you?