"I know how to fucking jump." Better than most, arguably. Nina had been... distracted, though, and seemed to be thinking while she stared at the platform — less about when to jump, and more about something entirely different. Sometimes you needed to dissociate in on the edge of a precipice. Or something.

She didn't even look when she finally hopped over, landed, and then almost immediately sprang off onto the last little piece of floating land, flippantly waving a hand. See? Fine.