[ his lack of a success is unsurprising to her. were this a different kind of virtual swamp, his brute strength would have been enough of an opposing force but as it stands it succeeds at... doing nothing. cinder notices the water encroaching his shoes and she pulls her arm away before it decides to take a hold of him too. being rescued by him is one matter she can endure being stuck with him is even less desirable. ]

There may be a vine somewhere. I believe this swamp is meant to test brain power not... [ she holds back her tongue. despite her anger, he is not necessarily the source and her tone simmers to its usual cool. ]

You should be able to do it. Find one and I should be able to get out that way. [ or at least, that's what previous experience has taught her. ]