His approach is good as he comes in. Ginia finds herself holding her breath a little as he approaches the building, trajectory drifting downward. Her legs bunch, ready to jump up as he slashes his borderline down. He falls and rolls, but it holds. Her breath. A small stumble, it's fine. It's a difficult course.

Ginia takes out her phone and hops up to perch on a nearby sign. She turns the volume up to play her message.

"Are you okay? Good job getting the borderline in. It's hard aiming on the move."