"It does will in a pinch." It did not collapse out from under her when her powers failed her and she fell out of to land on it, which she feels is all anyone can want from a roof. Even if it did knock the wind right out of her.

"I certainly am," she says, little need to be modest when it's true, "but it seems fortune doesn't favor the brave or the capable today. I can't offer you much help at the moment, but here! Catch!" Aching bones and muscles do not stop her from throwing the golden lasso with unerring accuracy to the man. Not something she might normally do, but the lasso is not at home here. It has not lost it's beautiful shine or it's strength, but it's powers impossible to tap into. Still, like the roof, it works in a pinch.