Roofs? Roofs were an excellent choice, whether or not Alkaid realized it, for finding Chloe. She was the sort to use them for the sheer purpose of hunting down her own quarry. In fact, as she was making her way up towards the top and scrambling her way towards the actual flat top, Chloe was staring over at her from the next building over, crouched low and smiling.

She moved back and made a running vault, leaping across the distance with ease and slamming into the ground just as Alkaid reached the crest, not more than fifty feet away. Rolling and twisting so that she was facing Alkaid, she snickered and winked at her. "Wanna race, Chika dear?"