[Zinda can't say she's a fan of the rain. There are lots of reasons why, but the main reason is probably the most girlish thing you'll ever hear out of her mouth. It messes up her hair. But today was the day Acumen had brought her that album of photos, so she's out, tromping through the puddles under a big black umbrella. Her jacket's unbuttoned, and her prize is held under that, safe from the water with her free hand.
But suddenly, she stops, and squints at the mess that's Venom.]
Whatt're you doin' out here, all by your lonesome self, hm?