Re: Roof. Beneath the angel statue.
"What do you know about itches?" Our Red asked, because she didn't like it when people pretended to know everything about her. She wasn't a book with pages to read, and she didn't plan things out. She did what she wanted, when that want came to her, and she didn't like being judged. After all, she didn't run around in her red hood telling other people about the things they needed scratched, did she?
The question impressed her less than all the rest, and she huffed in annoyance, the sound almost strong enough to blow someone's house in. "If you need to ask, baby, you aren't going to find anything at all." Because she wasn't giving him a map to Granny's house. She'd already done more than she'd done with the man before, but the game was done.
She jumped down from the angel's shoulder, landing on the roof with a sweep of red hood falling to her back. She didn't want to leave the angel, which she felt some weird propriety thing about, but this wasn't the path she was supposed to have wandered off, that was for sure. She felt worse than she had with the suit, because this guy was all about the stereotypes, even when she tried to deviate. Well, screw that.
Our Red was brave, and she could venture out alone. She'd started that way, hadn't she?