He knew he could count on her. Zidane often could be a good judge of character (though sometimes that didn't always work out). He reached up to grasp her outstretched hand and they were up again.

There was still no sign of Dagger or Kuja...

But he could only hope he'd meet up with them again on the outside. Dagger would scold him if he worried to much about her and didn't help everyone around him.

"If you drop me outside the gate, we can keep moving people out through there!" He called up to her. If there was even still a gate there by the time he got there. The gates were always the first things that swam into view when Zidane arrived to the city... and now...