She stood up, clutching her notebook and pen, ready to just jump off the damn roof and run for it if it came to that. The roof wasn't that high off from the ground, and at worst, it seems that she'd just probably hurt her legs. Here's to hoping that won't happen. Thankfully, it seemed that the man was wildly incompetent in climbing buildings. "Maybe if you were calmer and nicer I'd have left your bloody roof," she retorted, her voice irritated and angry but nevertheless even.