He catches sight of her as she makes her way to the fire escape and follows her to the other side of the building from atop the roof on which he's perched. She looks familiar, and it doesn't take him long to realize who he's looking at, though she's a lot younger than Remy remembers her ever being to his knowledge.

Merde. He clears his throat, fairly confident she'll hear even over the deluge and the rising river's current.

"Ain't a great day t' be out practicin' your gymnastics, petite. Maybe you get back inside, eh?"