Jinx yawns and stretches, shivering a little in the cold night air. Maybe one of these nights she should wear more than a bikini top and a pair of leather shorts... Then again, she's already got more than enough weight to carry.
Brushing blue-dyed hair out of her face, she surveys the vast brass dome of the roof, picking out the faint edges of wires and charges. Her thumb slides across the glass cap of the detonator. Not yet. Tempting, but not yet.
She can't help but smile a little.
... still, rigging all this up in the cold took a lot out of her. She can take a moment to sit on the roof's edge and look out across the city lights, can't she? She says so, so she can. Don't worry about the night guard, he doesn't patrol this high. Nobody ever looks up, anyway.