Sandra was very much acquainted with the shady characters that inhabited this city, being the front facing hands of a bar's counter elicited plenty of opportunities to have the criminal element place itself before you. You talked with them, joked with them, winked at them and maybe sometimes you traded some harsh words that lead to someone spilling information they should have kept quiet. Makes for good blackmail material, though!

So, when this foreign redhead was approached with instructions to meet on a dark, barren rooftop with no witnesses in sight, she felt that it was a bit fishy. Then again, she allegedly took some sort of initiation test for the resistance, so... That was new. The past few weeks were a bit of a blur for her, hopefully, she wouldn't be quizzed on arrival. She was left with some doubts, some excitement, and some urges to be lazy. But, apparently her boss was coming here as well and she probably should make a good first impression for the sake of the bar.

And that brought her to this second, where, twenty minutes after finding the building in question, she stood on a window ledge looking down at the probably fatal drop, her back pressed tightly against the wall. When arriving, she had gotten it in her head that the logical next step she was to take was to scale the entire building to reach the roof. In this time of pulling herself over fences, up dumpsters and shimmying up this building's pipes, she seemed to be quite limber. "Dese resistance mooks must have some fine legs tuh do all dis fawh all deir meetin' spots..." 

Soon, the current people on the roof would hear grunts of exertions as Sandra's hands came over the edge of the rooftop. A minute later, her head finally popped up, sweat dripping down her forehead, but her would-be smile dropped to a frown as she spotted something very disturbing... "Wait, THIS JOINT HAD STAIRS THE WHOLE TIME!?"