Shiho's other hand easily finds Tetsuo to grab onto, and she can feel how he's straining with everything he has to hold on to her as the pocket tries to pull away with Shiho inside it. He knows intuitively where it's going to try going, so he's well braced for every pull once that solid surface is provided.

"Rrgh!! No ya--fuckin' don't!"

Shiho can feel him wobble a little as he struggles against the esper's increasingly desperate attempts to withdraw his pocket dimension, but the addition of Kaoru grabbing on as well helps him keep stable until the esper's concentration slips and Shiho suddenly pops out of the air. He yelps with surprise, catching her in his arms and cushioning her as she bowls him over, landing with a grunt.

"Guh! F-fuck... Shichan..?! You--you okay?!"

One arm stays wrapped around her, his other hand reaching up to brush her hair back to he can get a look at her and make sure she looks okay, his head still a whirling tumult of worry, relief, and anger.