River keeps walking, knowing he's behind her, listening to him. Being in the bar has sharpened and awakened senses she long thought dead.

She feels light headed, and focuses on keeping her steps even. There's a bit of sway in the bridge as she passes the middle, and she can tell when the first support is coming up as it firms up beneath her feet.

There's also a dry spot under the awning, perhaps five feet square. She pauses there, waiting for him, leaning her hands on the guide rope, looking out into the canopy.