[boy, if Knife had a nickel for each time a black-and-red gremlin-dog-cat-thing hmphed at them...

they grimace, eyeing the distance between this roof and that. if they pulled boots on and used longstrider, it'd be easy as pie, but Pending's already used the boots once in this guy's presence.

sigh.

while climbing onto the edge, tail and arms out for balance:] Can't plan much without info, so--

[they squat, deliberating, clutching the lip of the concrete, and then commit to launching themself over and catching the other roof at the middle with a puff of air, scrabbling to hold on.]

Ss, so, y'know--guh-- [help? maybe? no? okay. fuckin'...whatever!! they get their elbows up and hoist themself up, doing a little somersault onto their back and lay there to catch their breath.]

So I gotta...figure stuff out. From, from multiple angles.

Can't...take any one source at face value. That's dumb.