[ what Tartaglia gets is both possibilities: Ruby is looking down and locks gazes with him, but she's also clinging to the bough with the kind of desperation that suggests any attempt on her part to move is a potential disaster. not that it matters to her in this moment. the thing she's most afraid of currently is standing beneath her and smiling. is he just here for the entertainment of watching her struggle...? she wouldn't put it past some of these bastards.

Rudbeckia's answering smile is broad and sheepish. she releases one of her hands from its white-knuckled grip on the branch so that she can wave at Tartaglia. ]

... Hello, signore! I'm so relieved you weren't standing there just now, I would have been terribly upset if that had hit you.