The Amber was her goal, and never did she expect you.

You sit outside your small cottage, peacefully shucking a few husks of corn. You looked relatively healthy and untouched by the Plaga, which was beyond Ada, since every other resident she had encountered was crawling with it.

She quietly hops from the building she stood upon and stands upon the dead grass. On high alert, she approaches you. "Didn't expect to come across somebody so .. normal .. out here," she says from a distance.