The three heard the fall, the youngest one jumping in shock and twisting to see what happened, the pink haired one turning, starting to skid, and catching herself on the wall, leaning against it to face Marinette as if that was what she meant to do all along. The purple haired one pivoted smoothly and made her way over, dropping to a crouched position, all her weight balanced neatly on her toes in really impressive brown knee high boots as she offered a hand.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently, concern on her face and in her voice.