And suddenly there's the first flaw in their plan because there's just nothing quite so unpleasant as having someone stand on your sunburn. Charlie makes a low grunting noise as she clambers up onto his shoulder, squinting hard at his feet to keep from getting any of the debris in his eyes. He thinks up the most creative string of swearing he can manage, teeth grit, and to his credit only hisses part of it out loud as she shifts one foot into the newly carved gaps.

"Look I'm a thief, not an escalator."