“Whoa, what the fuck are you?!”
Mina has no idea what this…thing…is. She has no idea if it can even understand her question, though its shape is vaguely humanoid. It stands hunchbacked, slightly shorter than her in its slouching position but could uncurl itself to be seven feet tall at least, with only two long fingers on each hand and drooping fins for ears. She can’t tell what color its leathery skin is in this shitty light. It stares at her with sorrowful eyes. She wasn’t going to try and strike up a conversation with one of these whatever-the-fuck-you-call-them, but it doesn’t look like she has much choice now. What does this mean for her situation? What’s she supposed to say?
“Well, damn. I mean – I had no idea the Concern kept stuff like you in its sewers? Like, we could be under City fucking One right now and there’s weird people-ish creatures? In the sewer? The fuck?”
Whatever she’s supposed to say, that’s not it. The pariah shifts, agitated. Someone get her away from it before she provokes it too much.
Call Suruga reckless, or just a bit adventurous. Regardless, she’s taken quite the detour, and on a run that’s changed from its usual early morning affair to a late night one. It’s not as if she’s been able to sleep well since she arrived back here, and so she’s out to clear her head -- or try, anyway.
Save the thoughts that rattle through her head, it’s all quiet -- that is, until she’s deep into a network of some suspicious alleyways that carve through this district. Wherever she is now, it’s probably not the best place for a teenage girl to be. But, she’s a big kid and by gosh, she can take care of herself, right?
That’s what she thinks as she approaches one such alley, noises of someone’s chattering echoing from the brick. Yikes, that monster, and that girl too -- just what is she thinking, provoking it like that? Suruga rushes toward the girl in a sprint, trying to pull the other out of immediate danger without trying to draw too much attention.
“This isn’t safe at all! Get out, now!”