All right, that gets him points.

And means she takes them up both faster and more carefully than she would have if he were just an ordinary... post-apocalyptic... stranger... guy.

Not that there's been anything ordinary about this situation since yesterday, but it's the principle of the thing.

They set down on the putative roof with minimal flourish, on grungy, weather-faded office carpets by a stairwell covered over with a mess of half-destroyed cubicle walls and ivy. Well, it keeps the rain out.