Raven's instincts were good at least, as had started to dodge. Taken by surprise though from the wind rushing past, and she wasn't happy with herself. Too many people--it was distracting. A head-shake, getting to her feet and not commenting on the hand.

"Must be some rush." The dry-tone might've been sarcasm, or it might've just been Raven's normal inflections. Sometimes it was hard to tell.