Ed hit the ground, landing somewhere near the other woman. The collision with the ground was enough to clear his head for a moment, enough for him to take a step back and take a deep breath. It certainly was upsetting that such a chance had happened so instantaneously -- and yeah, it was weird as hell. But weird as hell things happened in this hotel, and he was used to having his body dismantled and then put together again (as disturbing as it was to try and hedge it in that context). So. It just meant he needed to remantle. So to say.

"Yeah, yeah, me too," Ed answered -- and all his logic flooded back out the window when he heard how high-pitched his voice was. He could hear his own inflections, still, but his voice reminded him distinctly of Winry's now.

Reflexively, his automail arm went up near his throat, metal fingers hovering over where his Adam's apple should have been. He swallowed unevenly. Not for the first time, he wished his brother was here. Alphonse would know what to do.