action;
[it's easy finding Allen, once she successfully makes the trek (after a few wrong turns—her eyes find first the puppy and her heart almost stops, seized by the glory of its irresistible cuteness.
then, of course, there's Allen—she assumes. she's immediately observant of his scars, then his strange, long, armored arm and its even stranger fingers; a prosthetic or synthetic parasite are her first guesses.
and Allen was right to guess that it might put her at ease, because something inside her swells with relief, her barriers collapsing as she breathes in the cool air. she feels comfort, because she knows immediately that Allen is different, just like she is.
...so, she takes her shy steps forward, unused to the lightness of her own steps since the removal of her parasites. she's got a huge scar not unlike some of allen's on her lower back, otherwise wrapped in an open-back, halter dress. there's shackles, and her veins are dark and spidery. her face is trapped behind dark, tough leather, stapled to her face, framed by soft hair. her shoulders, thighs and hips are pinned with large nails; the keratin in her nails are black and dead.