Sammy thought for a minute before his face lit up. "Oh, I remember that place! It was your hideout?" He hadn't even considered that, to be honest - a little more annoyed that his 4th of July prank hadn't worked out. They'd taught in school that "sorry" went a long way, but apparently that stopped applying the moment you wanted to have a little fun with the fireworks. Though in Sammy's defense, he didn't know his poison was also highly flammable. At least Witch had been understanding. She also seemed sad, though. He still didn't know why.

He glanced at Il Corvo. Well, at least the guy was chilling out now. And all the sharp weapons away. That was good. "Yeah, and we'll also get Frankenstein. He... had a plan." His voice dropped off a bit, but no - had to lead the way. Pyro was actually asking him to help, and it was real! And if nothing else, she knew what happened to Witch. "To the fire escape!" It'd be quicker than taking the stairs inside, and, well, the elevator was boring. And he always seemed to get in trouble for clicking the buttons repeatedly, even when he was wearing gloves. Hoping Il Corvo was following, he jumped over the edge of the roof onto the fire escape, taking the steps two at a time. The speed probably wasn't such a good idea. Apparently, one of the residents on the second floor saw the fire escape as a great place to keep some potted plants, and Sammy didn't even notice until his foot caught on it, turning him around and disorienting him. The railing was high, yes, but with that momentum, he slid right over.

And yet still managed to stick the landing. His shins ached, but he checked, and he hadn't broken a single bone. He let out a whoop and went out to meet Frankenstein - "Come on, this way!"

Boy, was he lucky sometimes.