She's glad he can't see her face as she bites her lip and tries not to show just how uncomfortable all of this is with his movements forcing her legs harder apart. Mercy's concerned she might actually pull something with the way this is going. But she shoves those fears along with the pain down and offers her most bracing tone.

"Don't you worry about me, sir. I'm gonna hold on tight to the netting. It's you I'm worried about. If you can, you'll want to keep hold of the ropes while you cut yourself out. Even if you can't stop yourself falling, it ought to get you dropping feet-down instead of onto your head or back." She can deal with broken ankles. Broken spines and fractured skulls are... more difficult.

"You throw my dirk aside just as soon as you feel yourself free. It's less expensive spending time looking for it than it is pulling it out of you if you fall on it."