[Darkvision's a marvelous thing. Following the sound of her voice over, he can quite clearly see the girl perched on the edge. She's certainly younger than he would have imagined. Human too. That's about all he has time to register before his eyes land on the arrow pointing at him. His eyes flick once between the arrowhead and her face, as he pauses for a moment in his climb. He speaks quite calmly, and with a hint of contempt, as if being threatened by someone were an annoyance more than anything else.]

... I imagined so. And if not, I hardly have much to fear, if your aim's that bad. [He pulls himself up the ladder another few rungs, close to the lip of the top of his building, gaze never leaving hers] I'm not with the authorities. [His tone manages to convey a dry sort of derision at the very idea of his being part of the police.] You can put that away.