♥—Vilesmoke—♥
♥— As Monroe carefully makes her way through Seattle's streets she can't help but notice that things have gotten a seemingly lot more quieter, not necessarily more peaceful just--- quiet in a sense. She's gone several blocks now without so much as seeing a single D.U.P anything, be it a troop or a sign, Seattle just seems to be void of everything even remotely related to the organization.
Though this in a sense makes her job a hell of a lot easier (well, self-proclaimed job anyways) Monroe can't say she's too enthusiastic about this turn of events at all, it all has an eerie feel to it and all it really does it send all sorts of bad vibes. The lack of the D.U.P's forever watching gaze only makes her feel like maybe there's someone (or something) else watching, she really isn't a fan of this at all.
During her little scan of the area Monroe comes across one of her drones left in pieces and looks up to see who she can only imagine to be the culprit.
"H-hey so uh... Delsin right? I know you've got your thing going for ya here but can you maybe.."
♥— Monroe pauses, bending over to pick up the destroyed piece of tech and holding it out to Delsin. The look on her face practically wreaks of irritation and slight disappointment in the fellow Conduit's actions.
"Stop breaking these? Kinda need these around to keep my broadcast lively."
