Gently, Felix felt his side, pressing the cold, nitride finished gun against his skin in its concealed holster - to steel his nerves, if nothing else. He was already a criminal, that was fine, but a political dissident? That hadn't gone so well last time, and then he'd only run away. This was like nothing he'd ever done before - these people too, like nobody he'd ever dealt with.

Apart from maybe Mira, the little firebrand.

The building itself was more likely than not completely abandoned, as evidenced by the lack of resistance to him entering it, and taking the stairs up to the roof. He wondered for a moment if the resistance would always insist on meeting in such places, and then he put the thought out of his head and opened the door to the roof, catching sight of the other man there.

"Well, hello." He grinned amiably, the smile not quite reaching his eyes. "Who, can I ask, are you?" He posited the question, his hands deep in his false pockets, one curling around the grip of his pistol - to steel his nerves, and nothing else.