"Come on now, do you really think I would risk my life for such a desperate move? In case you haven't noticed," she continued, bringing up her hands in front of her so that they were visible to the man, "I don't really have the advantage here. You're bigger, stronger, have a gun and who knows how many other weapons on you, and all I have are a pair of handcuffs restraining my wrists. In all honesty," she sighed, "if I were to try anything, then I deserve to be shot." 

Lily turned away from the man before carefully stepping on the fire escape to head downstairs. She moved slow, descending one step at a time to avoid any accidents. Lily wasn't necessarily scared of heights, but given that she didn't have much use of her hands, she couldn't help but be extra careful. As expected, the man was following her downstairs. He wasn't too close to her, but he kept a reasonable distance just in case she made any surprise attempts. 

Once downstairs, he guided her to his van. She was asked to open its back doors, and she casually obliged as if the man had been her best friend for years. "You know, if I'm going to be doing favors for you, you should at least give me a name to work with." She turned around, but she didn't close her eyes. "I don't think anyone likes to be called Ginger, not all the time at least." 

[@Doc Doctor]