Kyle shifted closer to the edge of the roof, peering down at the girl. "Hello," he replied cheerfully. It really was much nicer out here. Much better than being trapped inside with all the tension.
"I'm watching the ceiling," he informed her. Whether it was the top of some room or the sky, ceiling simply seemed like the best word to fit it. A sky was a ceiling, and a ceiling was ceiling, and the top of a dome (which is what he reasoned was the actual case) was also a ceiling.
So either way she ran with it, his words made sense.
"What are you doing down there?" he called back, grinning as he peered over the edge toward her.