[vi laughs - she can afford to in this moment, she hardly has to think. her feet do the work - the rest of her body picks up the slack, and she's leaping a path to a tall building with a clear view of one of the busiest parts of the machine, a narrow alley beside it. but she doesn't jump into the alley, nor make her way down at all. when she reaches the building she stands a moment longer, watching the people below, small from this perspective, and parks her butt on the rooftop, drawing her knees up.]

First week here, I wouldn't use a lamp, except with Alay---Sansa. I use 'em now, but I like this better sometimes. Some places don't have any roofs, and buildings are ...sparse, and it's too far to walk or [scoff] take a carriage. You'd be fine, though.

[a nod to his board. and a loaded, concerned sigh escapes her before she even thinks to check it. that's the problem - her guard's just ...down. he's family. he's always been family. and now he's here to witness this whole mess.]

This is my second favorite place, or maybe third.

[as if on cue, there's a shout from below as someone bolts and another gives chase. cries of 'thief' and 'stop! give that back!' are lost, eventually, and no one seems to give it much thought after a moment - everything returning to its regular and chaotic pace below: just with more facepaint.]