Erin follows him out, but she doesn't fly, can't fly; after Cerrit is settled she crouches, her Mantle flaring into a haze of smoke and powder, and Erin leaps. Her wings spread at the apex of her jump, trailing feathers from the sudden shock, and she circles the building a couple times to slow down before alighting on the roof.

"Falling with style ass bullshit," Erin mutters, bitterly, even as she Sits with her back to Cerrit. "...'m Erin. Erin Peters, but don't use the family name."