"Said the girl in the costume," he quipped back, not missing a beat. Wasn't the first time he'd had a circus reference. Wasn't the first time he'd been told he was wearing "tights," though it was an inaccurate assessment of the costume.
Some things, you just got used to.
"Trapeze is kind of outdated, really. Couple generations ago, or something like that." Not that she'd get that reference, but he didn't care. He could dish it out, if he needed to - and would, if pushed - but he could take it, too. At least she hadn't come at him first and made fun of him later. That was never fun.
He moved a few feet closer, silently, but didn't come right to the edge. No sense in needless endangerment. He'd be fine if he fell, providing he could still reach his equipment. He wasn't Batman; falling from really high buildings and living through it wasn't his idea of a good time, or something he wanted to try anytime soon. But he was always on his guard.
"So. You just a stalker, or do you have some kind of built-up repertoire for peering down at people from rooftops?"