There's a fine line between daring and stupid

Stalking around the sides of the structure, her eyes were shining with mischief as she tried to work out a way to get up on the roof. There was one section that was much lower than other parts, the trick would just be finding something to climb to get up there... rooting around in the overgrown grass, she tried to find something, anything that would aid her in her new mission and came up with very little. There was a wooden barrel that was half-rotted and definitely wouldn't support even the weight of her front half, and it probably wasn't tall enough...

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard someone else approaching through the grass. Ignoring the approaching stranger, she kept scouring the grass while he spoke. His questions managed to draw a quick glance from her. How'd he guess what she was doing? Honey? "And what if I am?" she asked, a challenge in her tone. If he thought he was gonna stop her or something he was dreaming.