You just finished giving a beautiful woman a haircut in your flying hair studio, which is basically a hot air balloo, when a suden gust of wind sets the balloon in motion, causing the barber chair to slip over the edge of the balloon and careen downwards at breakneck speeds, only held by the anchor rope tied to it. The beautiful girl still sitting in the chair logically falls as well, her blue eyes widened with slight fear rather than full blown terror and welling up with tears from the velocity. she watches the rope slowly unravel, unable to move since the strap that holds her in it mskes her fall backwards only. no scream of terror will come over this woan's lips, thats for sure.