With a grunt, Waver hauls himself up as Ozymandias lifts him, claws hooking onto scraps of junk and some tarp from what used to be the makeshift roof above a merchant's booth. His enhanced strength helps him, considering he generally has no upper body strength to speak of, but it's a bit of a scramble still.

He makes it, though, without too much trouble. Waver looks back, hesitating at the top.

"...okay." He doesn't look happy about it, but Waver nods and doesn't try to argue in this case.

He can hear the shouts getting closer. He jumps.