Saoirse was just about to turn her attention back to her writing, when she heard a voice that mader her flinch. As she turned her head towards the source of the sound to see who it was, she saw a man with a red-fucking-hot fire-poker in his hand. Oh shit. She pulled herself as far away from the edge and as close to the wall as possible, becaude oh shit that was kind of scary and she doesn't want to get burned to death by this madman. Looking at the woman, then at the man, then at her notebook, then at the man, she furrowed her eyebrows. 

"Why?" This is her roof now.