[Jack's hair and clothes are full of sand from where it spewed up when his longfalls ploughed into the earth on landing; but at least the long falls took the impact, rather than his knees and ankles, however much sand they might have disturbed either way.

He's grumbling softly to himself as he brushes at the grit, but he looks up at the soft crunch of Chell's footsteps. He's blank for a moment, and then his face breaks into a slow grin.]

That was crazy.