Hennessy peers off the side of the building, the way she'd come up. There were enough window ledges to give her footholds, so a fledgling or two might have gotten up here, but it would've been nearly as much effort as it had taken her.

"Why didn't I dream myself a jetpack," she grumbles, thinking of how annoying getting down was going to be. "Do you remember how big they're supposed to be at this age? Are we looking for tiny flaming needles in a haystack, or just extra glowy pigeons?"