Sevika’s young, she knows, 17 and roughing it with the only crowd she understood in Zaun got her plenty of shade. Naturally, she’s grown reserved. Meaning that when she got ‘nicked’ by some mugger’s knife, she retreated to the dark of her usual stomping grounds and a bottle of whatever strong liquor she’d come by. Taking in deep breaths as she disinfected it, huffing in annoyance at the burning sensation.