Quitxi's eyes glisten with sadness at seeing a familiar friend on the pavement, but her training and experience have her reacing like a machine.  She notes the nature of the wounds.  Blades and bullets... not poison, magic, or plasma-- no problem.  Her nostrils flare-- knowing it could be a trap, she scans the rooftops.  "This way," and she's darting down the alley at a full-out sprint.  Her breathing hasn't even increased, but her pulse has... her eyes have dialated more, the blood vessels in her nose and tongue opened, sharpening her senses, and every muscle is pulsing with energy ready to be unleashed.  She runs up the wall of the leftmost building, maintaining her forward momentup, and valuts up onto the top of a dumpster, and in one bound catches the edge of a fire escape, valuts up the steps and is on the rooftop.  She stays close to the edge, running with the agility of a squirrel on a wire, so that Titus can easily see her.