Lucie went on moving, crouching low as she scrambled along the roof. "Rule one," she said, without looking at him, "never stop until you're at least a block away." And, true to her word, she hurried on, over the sound of approaching sirens, until they were well out of sight of the rooftop. Only then did she stop, settling down on a ledge overhanging the street below, with several stories of empty air under her feet.
It was hot under her leathers and helmet, after all that exertion. Usually, she would have taken her helmet off to let some air in and clear her head before carrying on, but with him around, that wasn't an option. Instead, she focused on steadying her breath, which was fogging up the inside of her visor. She did risk taking off her gloves, though; her hands might be unusually dainty for the man she was pretending to be, but that by itself wouldn't give her away, and she needed to feel the cool air, if only for a moment.
"So," she said, after a moment, looking back at Kurt as she tucked her gloves into her jacket pocket. "Your brother's fighting crime. Why's that mean you've gotta get involved? Seems to me, if he wanted you around, he'd have told you so."