Almost without warning, as Ana stood there in little more than her underwear, an older gentleman of about 70+ came storming up the stairs, literally screaming, demanding to know what we were doing up on the roof. As Ana quickly covered herself, I calmly assured the man I was housesitting for a friend and that I thought it was okay to be up on the roof.
"Can't you fucking read?!" the man asked rhetorically, which I knew better than to sarcastically answer. "The roof is off limits, we're doing construction!!"
"Okay, sir, no problem at all, there's no need to continue yelling, we'll leave right now," I said in my lowest, slowest tone, and quietly directed Ana to grab her things.