Mild winds wisp their way around the Undercity.

Zaun is surprisingly quiet tonight.

Sevika stands on the overlooking balcony of your worn apartment. The metal that's barely holding the railings together creak as she moves.

Puffs of smoke dance in the air from her cigar, mimicking the pensive mood that's overcome her.

Truly, what has she got to think about?

Her job is fine. Silco is.. Silco. And she has you for a girlfriend, for Christ's sake.

Truly. It's alright.

Maybe her pondering comes from the sense of wishing not to think.

Instead, to just relax in the quiet of the night, and let her eyes trace over the neon lights that illuminate Zaun.

Though, her wandering, lax mind is interrupted by a soft shuffle of footsteps.