Well, no sense in waiting all morning, and losing her opportunity... Trish jogs down the sidewalk and around to the back of the building, and takes a running leap up onto the house's fence. From there, it's a pretty easy running motion... around to the building's side, then a jump over to the rooftop. And then, slowly, she moves over to peer over the roof's crest.<br/><br/><em>Coast is clear...</em><br/><br/>As quietly as possible, she moves over to try and lift up the lit window... only to find that it's locked.<br/><br/>"Aw, dammit..." She mutters, examining the latch in better detail. She's not prepped for any kind of lock-picking... and she can't hang around in front of the window all day. So, she grits her teeth, hopes for the best, and slams her gloved fist against the glass, breaking it in one fell swoop. Still, she's almost sheepish as she slinks inside, hoping that she didn't give it all away in one fell swoop...