Then she tried to think of a way out of this place. Perhaps there were 
airships on the roof. There would certainly be Fist guards up there, but 
perhaps through a combination of stealth and suddenness she could overcome 
them. She used the emergency stairs to make her way up to the next floor, then 
the next, and then the next. Two flights above, she could hear Fist guards 
posted at the roof, talking to each other and playing mah-jongg. Many flights 
below, she could hear more Fists making their way up the stairs one flight at a 
time, looking for her.