Ada stood silently on the upper floor of the ruins of a decaying building as she surveyed the surrounding area. Her trench coat that's protecting her red dress underneath, flared from a gust of wind from the open areas in the building. Ada looks far too put together for the wasteland. With her clean hair and her intact pre-war clothes.

And that's because she's a spy for the boogyman of the Commonwealth, The Institute.

Ada's gaze shifts from the horizon and downward as she hears a scavver on the floor below her. She smirks to herself as she moves quietly towards a large gap in the floor, observing them as they trifle through the remains in the building.

"Looking for something?" Ada says smoothly, getting their attention immediately. She's crouched over the gap, looking down at them through her sunglasses.