Not that Reno had any illusions about the safety of the roof that they'd parked themselves on. Down here, a person could go crashing through at just a wrong step, after all.

Wasn't stopping him from charging at her, stun baton held out to his side, footsteps impressively steady even as he swayed in his stride. There seemed to be little in the way of strategy, just a need to run and swing and feel.