Jack's taken to walking along the river whenever he gets a chance. It's not as good as the bay, and so far he hasn't found any buildings that are tall enough or in the right locations to take to hanging out on top of, but he knows that the right one will show up eventually. And so he finds himself walking along the side of a river, hands in the pockets of his greatcoat as he thinks. He almost doesn't notice her up there on that wall. Almost.

"You know," he calls out, from a bit of a distance away, not too suddenly he hopes, "I'd hate to fall off of a wall like that one. You better have some pretty good balance, there."