He walked with practiced ease, as if the slightest noise wouldn't trigger a Trash Beast's anger. His breathing came out in calm, short intervals, quietly filtered through his mask. Today, Tamsy was not wearing his Cleaners uniform, nor was he donning one of their masks. Instead, a light cloak covered his body and an old, stitched together mask guarded his face. He wasn't Tamsy today, but rather the Angel who had just descended from heaven.

It was amusing, he thought with a smile. Though he knew that he did indeed appear ‘heavenly’, if you will, he wasn't expecting for the nickname to stick after that girl had first spoken it. But it fit, he decided. It was certainly better than whatever insulting nickname Rudo may have given him, though he supposed that it would have been endearing in its own way. Regardless of what others called him, he knew their perspectives were limited and they would never know the full picture so there was only so much they could say.

For a moment, he paused, his steps slowly coming to a stop. Not out of fear for a beast but rather because of a figure a little ways from him. It wasn't unusual to see silhouettes in a place full of garbage but this was the unmistakable silhouette of a human slowly dragging itself through the sand. It didn't stop, it's pace slow but consistent.

Under normal circumstances Tamsy wouldn't even offer it a glance. Death was more than common on the surface and anyone who wasn't a giver that stepped in No Man's Land had their death all but guaranteed. However, something caught his attention that made him pause.

The Watchmans Logo was carved into the woman's back. Now that intrigued him.

If only to get his answer he walked towards her, stepping a few feet in front of her. He watched with a blank expression as she slowly looked up, taking in a face devoid of emotion. He didn't care for her specifically, of course not. But he knew the Watchman wasn't well known, especially not enough to have someone carve the logo on their back for whatever reason. That meant there was only one reasonable explanation: she was connected to it somehow. And that was enough reason to act.

If she disappointed him he'd just end up killing her anyway.

Tamsy crouched down in front of the woman, his robes fluttering with the action. He reached into his inner coat pocket and pulled out a spare gas mask, swiftly putting it on her. He watched in silence as she began to breathe normally, her eyes darting around his face.

He brought his sleeve up and covered his mouth, making sure (fake)concern seeped into his every word. "Oh dear.. what happened to you?"