Quitxi smirks at him and points at a particular rooftop across an alley-- a broken tile, the location of the bloodtrail-- they lept across here.  It's a long jump-- perhaps 30 feet across and ten feet up-- but she springs over it with the agility of a cat-- still, it's a close one, and she ends up catching the lip of the building rather than making it outright... her boots scrape against the side of the building, the four stories below looking painfully inconvenient.  Good thing her partner had wings.