She wasn't entirely sure how the series of events unfolded but Red wasn't the only one tumbling. And the fall hurt like nobodies business, though at least for Red, she acted as a cushion when he landed ontop of her, her hand still holding his red scarf, and the baby shark that, despite all odds, was still biting tight. And though their position on landing was scandalous at best, with her skirts hiked up high and her legs, exposed, the first thing she noticed was Red's red face, and with a gasp, her hands shot back and the shark went sailing, taking a bite of the red scarf with it as it hit the back wall, fell, and began to wriggle helplessly on the floor.
And seeing Red still being choked, she moved quickly to try to unbind the scarf but it was so tight against his neck she feared he might suffocate and die before she could get it undone. And so she reached down to her boot and produced a slick,, silver knife and commanded, "Hold still!" And the sharp blade cut the red scarf off in one fluid motion.
"Are you alright?" She asked, eyes full of concern.