Got lucky.

[ Glasses appropriately retrieved Nate pours the both of them healthy helpings of orange juice, moving to close the space between them as he hands it over. They could both probably use something a lot stronger, but with his current blood loss he knows better than to push his luck in any direction that spells potential inebriation. ]

Managed to kick her off me, scrambled to the edge of the roof and jumped. Caught myself on some scaffolding coming down and lost her in the crowd.

[ He raises his eyebrows. ]

Just another day at the office, right?