He had just barely managed to sling the backpack over his shoulder when she sprinted toward him. He leaped out of the way, unsheathing his own claws and using them to grip the building's facade. He climbed the building, his claws digging into the brownstone as he tried to stay at least one step ahead of Greer.
Once he scrambled onto the rooftop, she started sprinting in long strides. He didn't want to get too far ahead of her, though, as he at least wanted there to be a merry chase before he left her in his dust. Maybe that would appease the SHIELD overlords rather than the domestic abuse. And part of him enjoyed the chase just as much as Tigra was -- after all, he was so used to webslinging, wall-crawling, and updraft gliding in order to escape something. This was certainly the case here, but he had to wonder why the two of them hadn't been out running like this before.
Leaping from rooftop to rooftop was easy, though he had to continually brace the backpack against him to keep it from flopping around. Unfortunately for him, it and the weblike cape of lyte-byte cloth on his back made for easy grabbing, and Tigra was one woman who could keep up with him in a footrace. So it came as little surprise when she managed to grab him before he could leap to the next roof.