Stupid, stupid tin cans. She'd found herself locked in cells twice now, and she was beginning to think that they just stopped caring. Eyes narrowed, and from behind her, some rocks from the ground flew forward, smashing against the statues, though they didn't leave a dent. She almost screamed in frustration, but that wouldn't do any good. That was when more tin cans brought out someone else.
Yikes, that someone else needed some quality sun time. Yes, tanning was bad, you also needed some sun exposure to be healthy. This guy was like...Dracula Pale. She half expected him to...do something. But he didn't move. Eyebrows furrowing, she regarded him with a curious interest. It seemed like ages, but it probably hadn't been, and she was just impatient.
When she got out of this freak city, she was dragging Christy to a bar asap. She needed a drink. "Hey!" she called, and then hurried up the stairs, healed sandals clicking against the ground. "Hey, you alright?" she asked, stopping a few steps down from him. "Those tin cans are like...brutal. Pushy things." that locked her away and didn't even seem to notice when she slammed things into them, or tried to turn them into bugs so she could squish them.