The eighth floor doesn't exists. [She shoots back without missing a beat.] This roof doesn't exist. Jump and see yourself landing on the next roof.

[The sooner he learns this, the sooner they can move on to something else. She knows exactly who she's dealing with, and it's not exactly safe. But the nature of the matrix allows May the opportunity to try to make things better than they were. Hopefully.]

Would you like another demonstration?