As landings go, he's certainly had worse, but Gale is quick to pick himself up off the young lady who had assisted in his escape and cushioned his fall, scrambling to do so even as she makes her request. He huffs a breath as he gets to his feet, smoothing out the front of his robes with both hands before he dusts them off, collecting himself.

This was hardly an ideal first impression he was making, but considering the circumstances, he's happy enough to be alive— things could have very easily gone a different way. As composed as he's likely to be at the present moment, he offers his rescuer a cheerful smile, somewhat sheepish.

"Hello! I'm Gale of Waterdeep," he introduces himself, leaning forward and offering her a hand up. "Apologies, I'm usually much better at this, but I do greatly appreciate your assistance. I'm fortunate you came along when you did."