Stacey, Rhine, OPEN
In any other situation Stacey may have been amused, would have been. But this wasn't one of those situations, she was the only siren that worked the tank, blame would surely land on her somehow. The thought made her sneer at the spectacle flooding in the murky water, cursing its very existence.
"Hardly," Stacey said without looking over, she didn't need to. She knew the other Siren by smell. "This was just wasteful," she said with disgust. "No doubt the blame will land at my feet." That irritated her further, ruffled her feathers more than they already were.