Aria was apparently dead set on acting just like the spoiled princess she insisted she had been. And committing suicide, as well, the human didn't look strong enough to do even one pull up. Ndonsa sat impassively, watching the girl move to the side of the chasm and work up the nerve to step out and climb around the edge. It was not her job to mentor anyone, let alone an entitled and rude child who would be better off navigating the sinking sands than - "Stop," she said abruptly, as Aria was just about to trust her life to a precarious grip, leaning out over the edge.

She stood up and strode over, helping the girl back from the edge before she could overbalance and fall. "No rope?" No flashlight, no rope. Ndonsa adjusted her beige clothing (being naked would be preferable to all these layers, but brushing sand out of her fur for days was not enjoyable) and began pulling out a thin high tensile line from the sand stained stormtrooper utility belt she wore. There was a grappling hook on the end, and apparently it was all strong enough to hold a full grown man in plasteel armor, but she'd never tested it out before.

The Kufu hesitated, looking at Aria. "The bridge has plenty of salvage for the both of us. We do not need to go further. But..." she looked out over the divide. "If you wish to, we can attempt it."