She draws in a slow breath again as she takes his words and tries to commit them to memory like a little mantra. Don't telegraph, don't telegraph, don't telegraph. She mutters in her head as she tries to remember that certain piece of advice. She must have really telegraphed her movements before, people always seemed to know what she was going to do.

Looking at him, she wonders how he is feeling. She can see his hand tightening on the metal bar, can hear the groaning and the creak as the metal gives way under his hold. Watching as he suddenly moves casually behind some crates, she shakes her head as she moves forward as though to look for him. "Okay, that's creepy how you do that."

She could see the top of his head over the crates though not as clearly as she got closer. Then, without warning, she places her hand on the crates and gives them a hard push to send them toppling over. Hopefully onto him.