"If I'm damaging your bloody roof then maybe you should've got a better roof," Saoirse snarked at the man, and then with a gasp as if she had made a sudden realization, scribbled something down quickly in her notebook. Though she was planning on coming down from there in the end, she was way too proud to just give in like that. She didn't feel as threatened by the man threatening to call the cops on her as she felt by him waving that bloody fire-poker around. Not like the cops actually help anyone, anyway. "I'm just sitting here, and if your 'customers' feel threatened by that, that's their problem." Another incredibly amazing and smart and clever and beautiful point she made. With a smug smile, she wrote it down in her notebook.