Loki's grin widens, and he follows her with the kind of graceful leap that suggests he does this sort of thing rather quite a lot.

"Lady's choice, the-- whoa!!" The branch beneath his feet gives way with a sharp crack, and he barely manages to leap to another, and then yet another when that one gives way too. That one holds, though it, too, creaks under his weight. "Might I suggest we head for that roof?" he asks, gesturing to a sturdy-looking buidling a little further away.