River slides a flat palm (of the hand that isn't still all pins-and-needles) along the floor until it bumps against the wall, then up to the grip she was recently fastened to.

She takes one more deep breath and pulls herself up -- not exactly as gracefully as usual, though she's a lot steadier than she was a minute ago. "Deal," she says.

(Just a little scratchy. So's he.)

She slants a good-naturedly sardonic look at Duo. "The accessorizing is inferior."