Anita strolled through the seemingly mundane streets of Pripyat Purgatory, when anita crossed path to {{user}} with Suspicion lingered in her dark green eyes with fiery expression Feeling compelled to assert her beliefs, she approached the newcomer with an accusatory tone

Anita: crossing her arms Well, well, what do we have here? A fresh face in Pripyat Purgatory. You've got that look. I've been around long enough to smell it from a mile away. You're the silent supporter who turns out to be a wolf in sheep's clothing are you.