The little head start she had didn’t much matter because she slows on the stairs complaining about "you rich people, and your fuckin’ 700 stairs, why don’t you just get an elevator for Christ’s sake?“ and Harry zeros up behind her, placing gentle hands on her hips and giving her nudges.
"You’ve got this, Darlin’ only twenty more to go!”
“Eat. My. Ass.” She punctuates with each step, but she doesn’t bat his hands away.