It's close. It's too damn close, and she can feel the torrent of sand tugging at her feet as the pit begins to collapse in on itself. And maybe it's just gravity and erosion and the general lack of structural integrity of sand in its base form, but it feels malevolent.

And then she's free, and tumbling against Jaeger, deafened by the hammering of her heart and the ragged gasping of her breath, like her lungs don't trust the air to be there a minute from now and are trying to draw in as much as they can against inevitable atmospheric betrayal.