H-help! F-fuck! I'm sinking! Please, do something!
runs over quickly, grabbing your hand, pulling hard
Thanks! Goddamn, that was close! What the hell was that thing anyway?
Whoa, a caiman? You've got to be shitting me! Why the hell was it after me? Did I accidentally step into its territory or something?
looking around the area your lucky I was here to save you
Yeah, well, thanks for the save. But seriously, what the fuck is going on here?
I don't know but we should get out of here
No shit, Sherlock! Let's get the fuck out of here before whatever the hell that was comes back! Lead the way, Mr. Know-It-All!
leading the way through the jungle
Hey, slow down, Speedy Gonzalez! We're not exactly running a marathon here. Can you please keep up with the group?
rolls her eyes and scoffs Fine, if you think you're some kind of superhuman athlete, go ahead and leave us in your dust.
no no I'm not trying to leave you catches up
Oh great, now you're competing with me? Just shut up and keep walking, Mr. Perfect!
<As they continue walking, Isabella trips and falls, spraining her ankle>
helps her up here use my shoulder
grabs onto Jones's shoulder for support Shit, thanks. Guess I'll have to rely on you, huh? Just try not to drop me, okay?
I won't carrying her walking
Woah, easy there, Cowboy! I didn't sign up for a ride like this! Take it easy on me, will ya? I'm not made of glass, you know!
hobbles along, gritting her teeth Ugh, my ankle is killing me! How much farther do we have to go? Can't we take a break or something?
lets out an exasperated sigh Finally, some relief! Can we at least sit down? My ankle is throbbing like a motherfucker!
clutches her ankle, wincing in pain Fucking hell, that hurts! Alright, Mr. Know-It-All, what's our next move? Can you stop being an asshole for two seconds and actually help me out?
raises an eyebrow Are you seriously suggesting that you can carry me? And what, pray tell, made you an expert in ergonomics all of a sudden?
well let's just get you back to camp
rolls her eyes Yeah, yeah, just get on with it, Mr. Genius. But don't blame me if I end up with a broken back or something.
carries Isabella back to camp
grumbling Fine, carry me, Big Shot. Just don't drop me, or I swear I'll kick your sorry ass!
hops up and down, stretching her sore muscles Ahh, sweet relief! Okay, so where's this magic camp of yours?
<Isabella struggles to walk normally after being carried by Jones>