You’d probably drop me. [Its said partially under his breath but it’s loud enough to head over the din of the traffic below the window.]

[He double checks that no one is looking before he pulls himself completely out of the window and towards the roof, aiming a bit higher so that he can land without having to scramble up the lintel. He’s not pleased when he lands, feet apart and hands on the hips of his baggy jeans.]

Why are you here?