This is not the worst place she's ever found herself, with no explanation at all. Her balance is steady, even as the bridge sways in the wind. It's too dark to see or assess, she needs light.

Lifting her hands away from the support ropes, she waves them, humming a brief little tune. A little cheery song in a storm, because why not? What better way to banish a bit of darkness than with a little light? Dancing lights, to be precise.