"Fine," Flandre hissed back--and promptly started itching and aching to move the moment she knew not to. Mostly in her knuckles and fingers and toes. She let herself shift her grip on the brick wall, at least, though it'd still be pocked with clawmarks in the morning.

Keeping her eyes mostly closed to keep them from reflecting any errant lights, she glanced down at the ground again with equal slowness, gauging a better height to jump down at. She might easily turn an ankle from here, to say the least--and she'd need to move more or less immediately once she landed.

Unless there was someone the mutant could land on instead. That would work too. Maybe a coin would pop out of their head.