[oh course he doesn't, which is why he's hovering like a protective mother. Aoko is not impressed. B|]

I'm not going to, idiot.

[and just to spite him, she suddenly lets herself fall over forward. Her hands grip the cord as a pivot, and in an instant she turns the drop into a controlled tumble, swinging up on the other side in a reverse pullover. She stops there, arms locked straight to keep her in place, waist on a level with the cord, and legs held perfectly in line with the rest of her body for balance]

I'm perfectly fine!