He could feel her tensing up around his arms and while Greed was almost positive he was going to be thrashed later, for now he was content with the hope that she didn't notice the sigh of relief that escaped his lungs once he felt his arms firmly attached to her waist. Soon however he realized that he had misjudged both his own momentum and the desperation of her flailing arms, and before long they were both headed out the window and toward the streets of Dublith. With only a heartbeats pause for the homunculus to take in the ridiculousness of what was happening and what might come next.

Even as they were falling though he was at least determined that it would be his legs that took the brunt of the impact when the ground came up to meet them. He'd just regenerate after all, and not have to spend even more time in physical therapy. As for the nudity; well it wasn't as though he had anything on his body he was ashamed of.