"I can't! I'm injured." The man on the roof called back down to her. 

"[i]Shit.[/i]" She swore, looking around for any nearby undead before hoisting herself onto the ladder. Climbing as quickly as she could, she paused for a second, what if this was a trap? What if he was just waiting for her at the top of the ladder with a knife to slide between her ribs? She hung on the ladder for several seconds, thinking, before shaking her head to clear it and continuing climbing. As she neared the top she bunched her legs, launching herself off the ladder and onto the roof.

He wasn't there.

"Th'hell is he?" She muttered, looking around. Still unsure whether or not this was a trap, she pulled out her tomahawk and moved a roll of gauze to a more easily accessible location, just in case he really was injured. "Coming, coming." She called out to the rooftop, her voice muffled by the gas mask. 

She hurried around a corner, coming across the man... "standing" at the base of the stairs. She quirked an eyebrow before putting the tomahawk back on her belt and raising the roll of gauze. "Just for the record, I have no intentions of killing you unless you try to kill me. I also feel the need to mention that you have poor taste in places to get blown up in." She looked to his side and the wound, "I can fix that, you have companions, right?"