With a hiss of pain, Rizx took Maxim's offered hand and pulled herself upright, then turned to look sourly up at his distant face. 

"Yes," she scowled, baring her teeth in pain as she climbed up into the palm of his hand. Her ribs weren't broken, as far as she could tell, but the muscle had been strained, possibly torn by the kick. 

She scrambled up to the big man's shoulder, wrapping her good arm around his neck. 

"Time we do not have," Rizx warned.