Hadley barely heard Alex over the water she immediately began splashing on her face. Water. How fucking great is it, seriously. Next to a bucket full of gunpowder, a bottle of Bacardi, and the few instruction diagrams she’s snagged over their course, water had to be the greatest thing in her life. Finding a ravine might have even topped her score from yesterday; the rusty flask she shared with Alexis paling in comparison to cleanliness and visions of how many water-powered devices she could actually create. “Hey, moron, keep your splash zone out of my personal bubble,” She snapped, whipping around to see who the Splash Palace culprit was as she attempted to dig her water bottle out from inside of her backpack, a feat seemingly difficult when it still hung on her back and she was in the middle of a Hadley beatdown moment.