If there was one thing to be said about Alabaster, it was that he had extraordinary reflexes. (When his chief weapons were his own arms, he sort of had to have them.) A couple quick steps and he was there to steady her, an arm looped around her waist. A mechanical limb extended from his free arm, the metallic fingers gripping the doorjamb to keep his own balance on the slippery floor. His shopping bag lay forgotten just inside the doorway. "Easy there."