(It's kind of strange, feeling the warmth of the sun on her skin for so long, without anything to soothe it. As they talk, she moves to the edge, balancing carefully on the very edge while taking a good look below. Structures that she wouldn't see at home, certainly, like air-conditioning boxes and fire escapes, but you know? Alright.)

At least architecturally speaking, then you'd love Zaun. Think someone dug a very tall mountain-sized hole in the ground, divided it by sectors, and then put a bunch of super tall platforms and buildings up to the surface. We got pipes, pillars, hell of a bunch of rusty metal stuff to jump from one place to another, so this "parkour" thing kinda just feels like going from hater rich town, privilege-infused Piltover down home. Wanna know what we do? We dive.

(And she just steps to the side, only to fall on one of the windowsill below. If he goes to look, he'll see that the glow has her moving to the roof of a smaller building. Zero fear, it's fine, it's Tuesday.)