Hal wasn't overly clumsy. He'd been working out for centuries. Peak of human fitness really. But ultimately, human. He knew he was slower than before. He felt it. He hated it. And yet he had to focus on all of this. On the girl lying dead on the floor.
And no one was suprised ever.
"We knew he'd do this, the girl was bait from the start Damon." he said, watching the shapeshifter scale the fire escape. Hal nodded just once moving to the foot of the ladder, again being aware of his slowness and lack of strength.
He had to catch the man up. Prove that he was still worth something, still worthwhile. That he hadn't given everything away.