Alexis's senses were tingling, and she had to get out and about, to find a spot where she could just breathe, and have a cigarette. But being outside wasn't helping her senses at all. She could smell so many others like herself, and it was such an odd sense; she knew they were out there, and yet she had yet to meet someone like herself.
She sighed, finding a nice building to lean against, and grabbing a cigarette from the carton in her back pocket. She lit it and inhaled, staring up at the sky. Waiting.