[Action] [Closed to housemates] [Static on the morning feed and darkness out the window was all Lacus needed. A 200-day veteran of this place who has been -- for good or ill -- hyper-vigilant of late, she wastes no time wondering as to the specifics of this time. She ties her hair tightly back and dons a set of workout clothes with plenty of give, attaching what appears to be a wrist guard to her left arm. Her energy shield has a very limited power source and was only tested once, but it will do for an emergency.]
[She proceeds to the kitchen and calmly starts selecting large knives and heavy blunt objects. Dispassionately, she lines them up on the counter and begins using belts and cloth to makeshift something like a set of holsters. Whatever is out there, she wants to be prepared. She won't be a victim again.]
[Open, Sectors 0, 3 and 4] [Lacus edges along the sides of buildings, peeks around corners. A gash on her workout shirt is one sign of what she's been up to; not the only one for those who get close. Her eyes are changed, dull... and quick to dart toward even the slightest sound. A large knife at the ready, instinct will have her springing at anything nearby -- if an inmate, she'll stop short; if a raptor or other harmful creature, she has every intention to use it. Just as the wet blade indicates she's been doing for some time.]
((OOC: If you want to get saved by a raptor, fight one together, or have Lacus all-but attack your character, those are all awesome!))