Lee rarely slept well. On the occasions that the Boss didn't send her horrific nightmares warning her of things to come, she usually had them anyway. It was easy to tell which was which; the run of the mill nightmares were all of things she'd seen, things she'd done before. The warnings tended to be more abstract, of people she'd never seen and places she'd never been.
She'd managed to sleep for a couple of hours before waking screaming, the nightmare mercifully slipping away as she became conscious again. She swore and shook and drank an emergency beer from her fridge, and then given up sleep as a lost cause for the night. She was restless now. And the best solution for that was always pulling on her burgundy dress and cloak and slipping away to find a nice rooftop to watch world from.
She had picked three favorite buildings so far in her stay, and leaped to the top of number two only to find it occupied. "Jesus," she said in a voice equal parts amusement and exasperation. "Is there some sort of club of weirdly-dressed rooftop addicts that nobody bothered telling me about?"