It took a few minutes, but Rudolph eventually got up there on the roof. Crouching low to the tiled flats, he held still. His ears strained against the night sounds. He heard no sound other than the normal night ones. Some drunk yelling at someone else. The cats yowling and the urchins still up and about scrambling to find a place to bed for the night. There were no shots of alarm. No sound of hastily running feet accompanied by shrill whistlers. Rudolph had made it up to the roof without so much as anyone noticing. Or if they did, they did not notice enough to care. Either way worked in his favor.<br/><br/>Scouting the roof with his eyes, he found the most likely window for his purposes. He had assumed that she slept downstairs, so it was with a bit of a surprise that when he moved slowly across the roof to looked into is, he saw her in bed, reading a book. That wouldn't have been so bad, but for one thing. She was in nothing but a nightie. Blushing a deep crimson, he ducked his head down. He slowed his breathing down, trying to get it under control. It wasn't any different than when he had his urchins strip for bath day. They were in a lot less at that point. Maybe it was just cause he knew that this girl never had to do that. That is probably it. Of course.<br/><br/>A quick swallow and he poked his head back up. Raising a hand, he knocked slowly. He hands were already numb and he knew that most of him was probably like that. A couple of taps was all he would do. He hoped that would get her attention. If not....He might have to try more louder means. The thief really hoped the taps worked.