Yeah, that little detail could've saved Zidane a few inches ; he could still at least have a grip on or around his perch. He muttered something. Gah. Magic. It's not like he wasn't use to seeing it or anything like that. It's just that... hell, not even Kuja could teleport himself around place-to-place. Which was really a good thing, actually.

"I'm wasn't that scared." If he had been, he'd probably be off the roof. Heh. "I'm fine, really." Though it still took him a few minutes, flat pressed to the glass, and trying to shimmy his way back to where he was. He felt kind of like a spider. ... More like a slug. But hey! He finally did get back to where he was; he had something to feel a bit smug about.

His tail finally left the glass as he carefully resituated himself in place. He let out a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah so... thanks a lot for that," he muttered with annoyance. "Well I've got my tracks covered. I think you at least owe me your name now."