#bigandred

   This city always managed to surprise her, then again it wasn’t a difficult task. She was easily startled, this time by a strange ... person? A lot bigger than what she was and ... completely red? Sitting by the box of kittens that she checked on daily. There was a small squeal from the female, but she quickly covered her mouth not wanting to disturb the individual but it seems it was too late for that. 

“Hello? Hi! Yes, you sir! Could I trouble you for a light?" Amon shouted from being held ten feet high off the ground by some monstrous looking vines, its tendrils coiled around him like a python would to kill their prey.

Was she drunk? "Well, that... yeah. I might be, a little bit. Not too badly."

As removed and artificial as Hive City was, there were aspects of it that felt very much like what she remembered of home. Or at least, some of the places that had served as home-- when you've been homeless by the most technical definition, the term can become a flighty and fickle one. Regardless, it seemed that idiots looking to assault and intimidate by the cover of night would be a repeated theme no matter where she went.

And there was really only one thing you could do with a violent idiot-- reciprocate.

Giving this large crimson stranger a thorough once-over, Rosa wiped a splatter of blood off her chin with a thumb and flicked it away, lightly dotting the concrete with another darker red. She tried not to use her claws when things weren't personal but flesh still ruptured under her knuckles sometimes. Nothing she could help.

"Hate to admit I don't sleep so easy, I'm a bit of a night owl. Guessing you are too, if you're out and about this late?"

Right, so. There had to be a way out of this city, somehow, but Diana would have to get her bearings first before she could find anything else out. After all, there was much more ground to cover than in DCOM -- not that they had actually, physically escaped that time, but she had slightly more confidence in this situation.

But judging by the map, if she took a left turn here --

“Sorry!” Oops, that was a person. “I got so caught up in this map that...” She looked up. “I...” And noticed what that person looked like. “Wasn’t paying attention...” Diana froze into place, hands holding onto her map for dear life. She paled.

Don’t scream, don’t scream, don’t scream --