His efforts do the trick, almost too well; she wonders if he's trusting or stupid or just putting on a show, because shoving him off the roof would be easy, like this.

The thought makes her flinch, and she's glad his back is turned so he doesn't see the way she reaches for hers, rubbing at marks that aren't there.

"My pad's missing a bathroom, you could put one of those in."

She forces herself to drift closer, to prove to herself that she's not afraid. Hopping up onto the lip of the roof near him, she loos down and at least the height isn't getting to her.