From the rooftop, Maia is torn between the concentration needed to keep her footing on the slick, fragile shingles, and following the conversation happening below. Abruptly she can't resist the urge to kibbutz.
"Ask him who Gregor is!" she calls. "Oh! And ask him who Madarius is!"
"Ask him who Gregor is!" she calls. "Oh! And ask him who Madarius is!"