Molly had a lot of experience sneaking around through buildings and finding her way to places most people with sense wouldn't go to. Most of it had been when she was a kid with Sinn Fein. One of the few skills the IRA gave her that she had put to use with WHO before dropping that like a pile of hot bricks.
The roof was cold and snow covered, but Molly didn't slip. It had been bloody impossible to hurt herself since everything came surging back in force. The good with the bad, she supposed.
"Oy, got a fag?" she said, to the only other person on the roof.