[It's finally over. Or at least, the falling rocks part is finally over. As much as he knows they're hardly in the clear yet, he's relieved that she's still moving and speaking, at least. Good signs.

Gambit brushes the last few pebbles off his shoulder, sitting up straighter to get a clearer look in Tony's direction. Easier to answer her question than ignore it and have her get stubborn about it.]

Jus' about. Looks like that armor'a his done the trick.

[Now, you, on the other hand...

He rests one hand on the side of the rock still pinning her down, silently gauging the weight of it. He's sure he can lift it on his own. His gaze drops to meet hers again. It may be something of a surprise to see a flicker of concern.]

I'm gonna count to three 'fore I get this t'ing offa you. Ready?