Very high up indeed, there swings a loudly protesting, bright yellow thing announcing its misfortune to the heavens like a very angry, very distressed, very ripe fruit.

Daniel isn't entirely sure what to do about this.

"Hello!" he says, pitching his voice as high as he can manage to cut over the perpetually agitated shrieking, then gives a hopeful little wave to try and get the attention of the - person? animal? he can't tell - before it expends its lung capacity. "Hi - hi! Please, it's, it's gonna be fine, okay? We're gonna get you down."