"Alright. It's just that novices say that and then balk halfway through, trip on the ledge, splat. S'your own fault now if you turn into a street pancake."

"I'll be fine. Heights are not a problem I have."

Jinx doesn't reply: she just vaults the gap.

So does Ruava, as casually as if she does this every day.

The door to the station roof is predictably locked from inside. Jinx produces a set of lockpicks with a sigh. 

"Ugh. I hate these things, they're so damn fiddly. Least I've got some decent kifers now." 

"Your locks are different here, or I'd offer to help."

"You sure are a convenient sort of person to have randomly dropped on me! Just a minute here, I think I've almost got this..." 

Click. 

"THERE we go."

And there goes Jinx again, darting off down the stairwell. 

Fun and excitement!

Jinx isn't descending this stairwell in a safe or sane manner, unless you consider leaping down from one landing to the next to be both safe and sane. Definitely faster, though, if you don't mind the high chance of a very nasty fall.

Ruava pauses for a second at the top of the stairs, observing how the game is played, and then follows in the same manner.

That landing is not as close as it looks. How the hell did Jinx make this jump?

It's exactly as close as it looks, thank you very much, at least when Ruava's doing the looking. She has to pay attention, but she doesn't have trouble keeping up.

And here is a door with the word 'Armory' on it and Jinx has her chisel out and she's not even bothering with the reinforced lock: A few sharp blows and the door sags on one hinge. Jinx pulls her Zapper and sweeps the room, then nods to Ruava.

"Grab everything you can carry, anything that glows is probably valuable, move fast." 

So Ruava does that. What's the highest available concentration of glowiness? Looks to be those racks of crystals, time to grab a bunch! She's small, she's not going to haul around many of those big weapons by herself, she's better off picking up the smaller stuff.

Jinx comes in, takes a brief scan of the room, and then lets out a stifled whoop. She picks up a thing that looks like a grenade with teeth, and shows it to Ruava. 

"Flame Chompers! I didn't know they had these here yet. These are crowd control grenades, you activate 'em and then they leap at the nearest person that's not you, bite 'em, and then they apply a really heavy magic restriction that basically leaves you on the floor unable to move because it feels like a ton of bricks on top of you. And then maybe they explode, depends if you set 'em that way. I've seen these things used in the league, they're that cutting-edge!"

...She giggles. "Isn't it a little pointless to grab somebody and pin them to the ground and then explode?"

"And then explode is optional!"

"Well all right then!"

More glowing crystals. Goodness she's efficient. What even are these.

Jinx stuffs crystals into her hoodie pockets, along with a Zapper body. She slips a longer rifle over one shoulder, and then looks around appraisingly one more time. 

"Anything in particular catch your eye?"

"Mm..."

Of the available things-that-are-obviously-weapons, most range from 'big' to 'intractably big', but some are small. Ruava-sized, you might say. She darts over to a rack and picks up two little pistol-things.

"There."

Jinx gives Ruava's weapon selection an approving smile. "Nice. Alright, let's go."

She throws the door open on its remaining hinge - right into a lurking robot. 

"Oh, hi!" 

Goodness. Whatever will they do.

Kick the robot through the banister and listen to it smash against the floor five stories down, apparently. 

"And that's our cue to run."

Ruava can run! Ruava can totally run.

Stairs stairs stairs stairs stairs! Robots with Zappers on the ground floor taking potshots! More robots coming down the landing hallways to investigate the noise!