Well shit... she panted, hanging balanced on the edge of the roof. She managed to maneuver herself onto the roof. There was nothing else she could do. Down was out. Forward was out. That left sideways. She carefully began to inch along the lip of the roof edge toward the fire escape. Her breath whined in and out of her throat and her right bicep throbbed. She never took her eyes off the creature, and once again wished for her gun.