Under the rainy clouds, within the white fog, Rita stood at the edge of the Walkway.
An arm placed over her mouth and nose, blocking any more inhalation of the poisonous air.
Crude, but effective.
It helped in a way that let her body manage Straining under the invading particles in the air.
Her attention had been lingering behind. Where the fog covered, a curtain of white blocking even her eyesight.
She was waiting. Patiently.
A replay of Elsie excusing herself a moment ago played in her head.
Just before she ran through the fog to Raph.
Or, at least, she suspected.
There was no reason besides that for her to suddenly turn the way she did.
Impulsively, as expected of a Beast kin, but Elsie had proven to be different from her kind.
While they were wearkins who listened to their instincts and guts, Elsie seemed to have a bit– No, a good amount of logic to support her actions.
She didn't outright go out of her way to act without first thinking of it.
