I don't waste any time showboating. In fact, there is no time for any of that at all.
In order for my impressive PR moment to end on a high note, I rush into the dust without hesitation, a decision that proves erroneous as my vision goes from 100 to 0 in an instant as I stand on a staircase with the great impediment of several layers of petticoats. Walking on flat ground is hard enough with them, let alone going down a set of stairs completely blind.
I drop every swear word in the book under my breath as I nearly twist my ankle on the second or third step. I can sense Wanda behind me, although she proves far more nimble than I and briefly collides with my back before climbing back one step. Perhaps jumping around like mountain goats is part of their rigorous training.