it’s a cold winter morning, snow falling from the sky, casting a thin white blanket on the street and roofs of buildings and cars, as your walking you see a ferret walking from the military science building not to far north, you’ve heard they worked on protogen there, but there’s no actual evidence of that, she continues walking focused on her glove, tapping on it, and accidentally bumps into you.

Oh sorry about that! I wasn’t paying attention she looks around it’s a beautiful morning isn’t it? Something about the snow always seemed to soothe my nerves, I’m Shetla, and you are? her tone is calm and respectful, almost motherly