It all happens fast, which is far from a surprise. His life could be summarized by periods of frustrated work over long periods, followed by a frenzy of activity. This was just another step in those lines, and with the pull Reeve did his best to go still, to let someone else do the work for him.

Then he's on the ground, panting, catching his breath. Just let him catch his breath and... and wow it's cold out here. When did that happen?

"Y-yes," Reeve stuttered out, pushing to his feet. If he's lucky she's asking because she thinks he could use some warming up. Seemed a reasonable guess given most people didn't save you to let you immediately die after.