Fox feels the ground beneath his toe give way as he lifts his foot, just enough time to think Oh shit-- before a sudden flash and loud pop herald someone grabbing his shirt and then bam - somewhere else entirely. He's teleported before, of course - had set up arrays of his own - but he can't help but be startled by how different it felt.

It's enough to distract him from the fact that he nearly just about walked off a cliff. Oops.

He looks over - then down - at his rescuer, and gives a sheepish, apologetic look. "Ah--" He glances down at his notes, where the sudden abrupt action has caused him to draw a streak of ink right across the page. "-- Ah." He looked back up at Five again.

"... Sorry. Yeah. Just trying to get my thoughts sorted out, I guess." He helplessly blew over the pages, drying the smudged ink, feeling and looking embarrassed.

"Um - thanks, though. For you know. Not letting me walk off a cliff."