Clarion cleared the lip of the roof on his skates, landed gracefully on the other rooftop and applied the brakes. "This commission is bogus, dude," he complained casually, not even breathing hard as he leaned forwards and worked his legs. The wheels hissed over the roof. "This is just a list of products. I remember when I was a kid restaurants used to put takeout menus on doorknobs. Dudes would just throw that stuff away." Clarion shrugged. "Guess if homeslice has the bones, he gets what he wants. He isn't exactly all that and a bag of chips, though."

The two men reached another roof, this one gabled. Without thinking about it, Clarion leaped the next gap, grinding along the pitched gutter, an easy drop to the ground. "I really hope we can get some better stuff, y'know, dude? I mean, if I'm gonna put my name on something, I want it to be something I can be proud of, know what I mean? Y'know, I should probably ask you where we're going. And maybe get off street level," Clarion said, his voice trailing off as he realized Dodger had not followed him to the ground. Shaking his head, he grabbed the low gutter with his long arms and hoisted himself up. Had to keep his head in the game.