"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.

Harry turned red with rage. "Why ye bloody...." He tossed the fire poker away, because he might actually get in trouble with that, and grabbed a piece of wood instead. Then he climbed on a barrel to try and get up on the roof and get to her.

Ooooookaaaaay, this was getting out of hand. Nesah quietly walked away.

Oh so that girl is just abandoning her like that, huh??? Furrowing her eyebrows, she scrambled as far away from the edge as possible, very aware of the fact that this guy is probably going to beat her ass. But, it's a bit too late for her to just climb down from the roof politely, and she's way too proud to just give up like this. "Well, I'll call the coppers on you for threatening me!" Once she gets down, that is. And even then she probably won't. But it's a good bluff. Kind of. Not really.

"YE ARE THE ONE ON! MY! BLOODY! ROOF!" In was hard to climb with stick in hand, and Harry wasn't exactly athletic. But somehow he managed to push himself up until half off his body was on it, the piece of wood beside him, and his legs dangling, looking for support.

Oh dear. Nesah picked up the pace.

She stood up, clutching her notebook and pen, ready to just jump off the damn roof and run for it if it came to that. The roof wasn't that high off from the ground, and at worst, it seems that she'd just probably hurt her legs. Here's to hoping that won't happen. Thankfully, it seemed that the man was wildly incompetent in climbing buildings. "Maybe if you were calmer and nicer I'd have left your bloody roof," she retorted, her voice irritated and angry but nevertheless even.

"Ye shouldn't be there in the first place!" Harry shouted, huffing and pulling as he tried to pull himself off. And then... his side of the overhang gave way, and Harry fell to the ground, landing first on his feet and then falling back on his backside, knocking himself on the head with the stick as he fell back. "AAAAAAAAAAGH!"

What a civil person this man is. She was ready to just climb down from the roof and run off, when the sound and sight of the man falling made her flinch. Scrunching up her face in distaste, she slowly stalked forward, looking down at the man with a bit of concern on her face that dissipated quickly. "Alright then, sir," she couldn't help but grin smugly, satisfied with her small victory, before retreating as far away from the man as possible. Maybe karma is real, actually.

A girl came running out of the house to see if her father was alright, but Harry already got up, despite the fact that a sharp pain shot through his ankle. "You useless tart!" he shouted at the woman on the roof and he tossed the stick in her direction.