Aegle could count the number of things she knew about the stars on one hand, and she wouldn't even need to use most of her fingers. For as much as the night sky and the endless depths of space beyond had fascinated man and faunus over the years, it was never a fascination which Aegle had been able to share. Despite this fact, the night also found her making her way up to the roof, albeit in a way much more round about and much less efficient than the one which Chrohn had doubtlessly employed to ascend to the top of Vytal Hall. One difference between their respective routes to the roof tops doubtlessly lay in the precise medium which either student had chose for making their ascent. Where Chrohn, transporting relatively delicate equipment, had likely made use of things like stairs and hallways, Aegle had put all of her faith in old drain pipes and crumbling masonry. Because, as far as Aegle saw it, anyone could climb a flight of stairs or take an elevator, but it took a special sort of person to eschew all safety and commonsense and attempt to climb up the side of a building at dusk. While there might have been some disagreement as to exactly how, Aegle certainly was special. 

Pausing for a moment, face pressed to the chalky masonry on Vytal Halls westward side, Aegle groped about around and above her precarious perch, searching for a spot where she could fit her hand. It wasn't the first time she'd climbed one of the campus buildings, nor even the first time she'd climbed the Hall itself, but it was the first time she'd done it in the dark. Free climbing wasn't a clever thing to do when it was too dark to make out good hand holds, but Aegle hadn't really felt like she had a choice in the matter. Especially considering that the last time she made the climb, she'd found one of the academy's faculty waiting for her. While Aegle didn't care so much about getting in trouble, the detention she'd been given on the particular occasion had cut deeply into her training time, so she had decided to take steps to ensure she wasn't caught a second time. Thus, she had waited for it to start getting dark before mounting this particular excursion. All attempts at subtlety and stealth had ended there, though, and not just because Aegle done nothing to cover up her vibrantly orange mohawk, or even because she had worn a hoodie almost exactly the same color.

No, the real reason was simply the fact that Aegle was capable of climbing quietly. Between the scraping of her steel toed boots, which were particularly ill suited to vertical climbs, and the loud huffs and grunts of effort that followed her up the wall, it was a wonder that Chrohn's star gazing hadn't already been interrupted by a concerned teacher or ten. Which is to say nothing of the whirring. While quiet enough as she inched along in search of another hand hold, upon finding and hoisting herself up towards one, Aegle's whole body proceeded to whir and whine like a handful of tiny motors under considerable strain. As she neared the top and the hand holds grew more sparse and far between, the whirring and the grunting and the scrabbling of steel toes on masonry had only grown louder. 

When she finally navigated her way to the ledge, Aegle was breathing heavily and grunting with the strain. Her arms were shaking and her face was a deep red, like blood on white cloth, while her sweat, thick despite the night's coolness, had rendered her skin shiny and her mohawk droopy. As she hoisted herself the final distance, Aegle let out a quiet, strained cry of triumph before she promptly tumbled over the rooftop's crenelations, to flop flat on her back on the other side. She was a small girl, scarcely taller than five feet, with a figure that more closely suited one of the academy's many initiates, not a freshman huntress in training. Having failed to notice Chrohn as she tumbled onto the rooftop, despite the young man's fair conspicuous presence, Aegle took a few seconds to catch her breath, which was a luxury she did not often allow herself.
"Phew..." She murmured to nobody in particular, her bright emerald eyes staring up into the starry sky above. "S'a good thing this roofs flat... Else I might'a rolled off it, doin' that..." her voice, even muttered, was pitched and vaguely shrill, like it hadn't quite followed her out of adolescence. She also talk in a bit of a rush, like every word was rushing to get out of her mouth and being strung tightly together as a result.

Aegle sat up slowly, her emerald eyes adjusting to the stark light that thinly illuminated the plateau to which she had climbed. Her attention was drawn by a scuffling, quietly cursing shape just at the opposite side of the roof, poorly lit in the by the street lamps below and the stars above. She didn't immediately connect her arrival on the rooftop with the shadowy figure's half glimpsed actions, and instead found herself wondering what his reason for being atop Vytal Hall was. Aegle knew well enough her own reasons for having ascended to the rooftop, and why that ascent had demanded scaling the exterior walls at dusk rather than taking the stairs, but she could not conceive of any reason why someone else would be up on the roof so late at night. 

She had been just about to ask the shadowy shape if everything was alright, or whether he needed any help, when he paid her a perfunctory glance over his shoulder. Then he had the nerve to act as if all his fussing and carrying on were somehow her fault.
"Me?" Aegle inquired in stunned disbelief. She spoke with no apparent awareness of how loud her voice was, or how well its shriller pitches could carry, almost making her sound like a child.
"What'd I do? I've just been sittin' here the whole time you've been fiddling with your..." It was about that point that the orange haired girl finally took note of the rather eclectic array of the objects which this nocturnal stranger had surrounded himself with. Most of it she couldn't identify, and what she did recognize could only be vaguely referred to with such nondescript words as 'book' or 'lamp'. 
"What the heck are ya doin' up here anyway? Looks like you're gettin' ready to launch fireworks or somethin'..." It really didn't, but that was the closest Aegle could come to describing what the stranger was actually doing. She'd once seen her father and brother setting up fireworks for the Vytal celebrations, a couple of years back in Legion, and her father had brought out a whole bunch of sciency gizmos to make sure he wasn't going to actually set anything important on fire. Aegle had never seen an actual tripod style telescope before, and while she knew a little about astronomy and understood that people must have looked at the stars on occasion, she had no impression of what stargazing must look like.

"Probably wanna move those books..." Aegle helpfully suggested, nodding towards his carefully arranged journals while her attention shifted back to the alleged pyrotechnician. She saw he was of average height, and that he had lightly colored hair, but, what with his back being turned and his head bowed towards his telescope, couldn't make out much else. "My dad always says that fire dust can light somethin' on fire that ya can't even see from where it was let off." Her breathing having settled down, Aegle pulled herself diligently towards her feet, and her body whirred loudly with the effort. She grunted quietly as she got her heavy boots under herself, then stretched out as well she could once she was fully standing. Then, with an easy air not soon associated with someone who'd just dragged themselves up the outside wall of a building, she casually traipsed over to where the stranger was working, and curiously investigated the contents of his books. None of them, it turned out, were oriented in such a fashion that she could easily read them, given that most were turned toward their owner. Still, Aegle gave it her best shot, tipping her head on one side and craning her neck to read the cover of the closest one. 
"Night... Skies... a study... of... Remnant's... Stars..." She read aloud with laborious effort, like a child who, having just learned to read, had just been asked to orate before the whole class. Straightening back up to her full height, which for Aegle was a shallow slouch with one shoulder slightly more hunched than the other, a pensive expression spread across her face. 
"Huh..." She mused, looking at the pyrotechnician, "S'funny name for a book 'bout fireworks, isn't it?"