"These roofs aren't as easy to get around as in New York." Casey murmured, as they came to the end of the twisty turn. Holding up his left hand with the spiked-blocker-pad; even without seeing his hand it was a clear 'stop' gesture. Turning, then motioning her to come up by him as they looked around the corner.

There was the plague-doctor. Examining...something. People were giving them a wide-berth, as this was nearer to the outskirts.

"So why're you chasing that thing anyways?" Voice lower, whispered now to his conspirator.