well, from the sewers to this weird abandoned department store. at least the smell is a bit more than just trash and wet dog. at least she’s out in the light again? always looking for a brighter side of things. though, let’s face it, amara still has no clue what exactly she’s suppose to be doing. she knows what they’re doing with robbing the rich with just enough so they can get by — least that’s what william told her — but her exact part in this? completely unclear. it’s probably why she’s sitting on the floor with a bag of chips. “ do these smell weird to you? ”
She had been hiding out with mutants for the majority of her life at this point, yet introductions were always awkward. The abilities that their mutations gave them were so vast and unpredictable that she was almost always embarrassed to meet someone new. But they were all here to make some money, and that was as good of an ice breaker as any. Out of the many introductions she’s made in life, getting to know someone over a bag of chips took the cake. “They smell like salt and vinegar so....yes?? It’s probably not the chips, though. Factories fill chip bags with nitrogen gas as a preservative before sealing it so that’s probably why it smells.”
