"You should probably get a move on, Chloe," Nate's voice comes, slightly steely. "Unless you're planning on shacking up with some young Yemeni boys." Its safe to say he's made it to the next level where Charlie's directed him. Definitely a jump he can make with about a 50% chance of someone spotting him while he climbs to hide on the roof. "How's it looking west-side? Maybe we can make a break for it there. Short-cut."

This window opens without difficulty, and Charlie might spot Nate's head poking out to look around. If the way he's positioning himself says anything, he's not waiting for an answer.

He springs for the windowsill, which he grabs and hangs from for just a moment before he starts scaling the piping toward the roof.