Nearby and not even trying to hide, a girl is sitting on a pile of rubble. She has a notebook spread across her lap, and she's quietly sketching the desolate scenery around her. Becca's tired of being here, and on edge because her powers are missing. Still, she's trying to make the best of it, and trying to keep herself sane.
She didn't even realise she wasn't alone. She was so used to relying on her powers to warn her of any potential surprises, she'd let herself get absorbed in her drawing. Feasibly speaking, he could come right up behind her and she wouldn't notice until his shadow fell across her page.
[Anything on her profile is fair game to suss out about her based on body language and mannerisms.]
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She didn't even realise she wasn't alone. She was so used to relying on her powers to warn her of any potential surprises, she'd let herself get absorbed in her drawing. Feasibly speaking, he could come right up behind her and she wouldn't notice until his shadow fell across her page.
[Anything on her profile is fair game to suss out about her based on body language and mannerisms.]