Taking a step back Gen adjusted the edge of the grinning veil across her nose. Her head cocking one way and then the other as she studied the side of the base she had made her canvas. The fresh can of paint in her hand rattling with an idle shake, just like the loose silver charms on the twine of leather wrapped around her wrist. Silently deciding what to do next or whether or not she should switch colors.
Because she was new on the base Genevieve doubted anyone would recognize her. Giving her the opportunity of ambiguity until people eventually noticed she and her brother had moved in. It helped that if anyone were to see her, the sniper looked more like a wild street child than a professional killer.
Her massive mane of copper curls were barely contained into two braids that rested on either shoulder. While her clothes were an old pair of paint tattered dark grey cargo pants, and an old grey-ish green zip up hoodie. With her grinning sniper veil up over the lower half of her face and a fabric sling bag full of can's of spray paint, Gen almost looked ready to rob someone.
Shaking the can again she finally stepped forward to start spraying where she had left off. Marking the wall in bright streaks of yellow over the red she had already painted on. Not immediately noticing the massive figure moving closer until she paused to look at her work again. About jumping right out of her boots with a hissed "Shite!", that nearly made her drop the can in her hand.
Out of reflex the hand holding the spray can immediately went behind her back like a kid caught red handed. Acting like that might somehow give her plausible deniability if he were to say anything about what she was doing.
"What?" She snipped quickly with guilt squeaking in her voice. "What are ye looking at? I wasn't doing anything."

















