The man in the elevator earned a small smile. He was really beginning to grow on her once he'd stopped offending her granola bar. But the one standing on the roof was given a less amused slant of bluebell eyes. Being underestimated was fairly low on her list of enjoyable pastimes with men, and it was a short list.
It was really all the motivation James needed for leaping once more, all feline extension and great lift. Bare fingers catching the ledge of the missing ceiling panel, and using more muscle that she seemed capable of possessing, pulling herself up through to the other side. Giving the man a discerning look as she stood, James collected her own crowbar from the elevator's ledge. "Twins."
It was the only thing she said before tossing it through the doorway that opened to the third floor hallway, and stepping around him to hoist herself out of the elevator shaft. She vanished in a flash of lean legs, but reappeared a moment later to watch the rest of the rescue. Chewing on her granola bar.