Ada knew she was dying. There was no one to save her this time. She was alone, on the top of this collapsing rooftop. Her grapple gun was... Well she wasn't sure. Even if she went down the exit, she had what, 30 seconds to make it down half the building before it fell. She's only so quick.

She stood there, counting the seconds. Seeing just how much time she had. Thought over her past. Her old actions. The worse, the better, all of it. Anything but the concrete.

Then she heard a helicopter.