Harper was the sort to wander without purpose. Aimlessly, in a way. She had no objective, no reason to even be within the damned Blacksite aside from her own appearance — something that Urbanshade had done to her. The fury she held towards the company was unrelenting, in truth. How could it not? Safe to say, that frustration was more often than not taken out on the workers of Urbanshade — Expendables included.
She had only just spotted Comet, lurking within the shadows of a particularly dark room. Her eyes emitted a soft glow within the dark, speckled spots along her fins and tail providing the very same glow. And there she stayed, hoping to be out of sight until the moment she hoped to strike.
// @shark-baitz I hope the tag works sobs
(Comet was trying to decide if he really need the lantern in front of him, or if he could go without. He could definitely go without and leave it here for someone needs it more... or he could take it with him and give to someone who needs it if he finds them. Wait. He feels eyes on him, and it's not just his "shadow's" ever watching gaze)
Hello? Someone there?
(Damned be the human appearance he prefers to take, it's harder to make out the figures farther away.. but he knows someone is there, the closer Harper gets, the more Comet can hear whispers of fury and chatter of bloodlust)
