Zoey/Cho and noir or steampunk (and here's the steampunk one cause why not?)
Cho has been saying the same thing over and over again for the last fifteen minutes, an endless litany of "this isn't going to work, this isn't going to work, this isn't going to work" as they crouch on the flimsy little catwalk, gazing down at the massive airships docking and disembarking below them, the fumes dizzying and the sounds deafening as repairs are made and cargo loaded and unloaded and Cho isn't entirely certain if it's the combination of the two or her own panic that's bringing unconsciousness dangerously close.
She's well on her way to working herself into a true panic when Zoey finally speaks up from beside her, saying nothing but "fine, then, we'll go back and I'll take the consequences that are coming to me" with that steely look of determination in her eyes, and Cho knows for a fact that she means it, that she will go back if Cho isn't willing to go forward, and the fear in her friend's eyes is a reflection of what's happening in her rib cage.
It's not even a question, and Cho takes Zoey's hand and jumps, suddenly certain that while this plan is insane and terrifying and likely to get them killed, going back now will absolutely result in Zoey's death, and that's not an option she's willing to entertain, even though the future she's just flung them into is reckless and uncertain, the pair clinging to the thick ropes of the net that keeps the envelope firmly attached to the rest of the ship with no idea what's in store when they're inevitably discovered - they will face it together, and that's enough.