[color=9e0b0f][b]"There..' [/b][/color]she said to herself, finding a container with something spilled outside of it.

Sniffing in the air she was brought back to the ash mounds and factories of her childhood. She winced remembering the beatings she received when a cart was spilled. Coal was a scent she would never forget.

But this was different, a hint of copper and something sacchariferous. Turning her attention further down she noted a strange opening almost tore open. A mistwrath perhaps, they were known to travel about and displace goods. Their outter membrane was gooey and slightly corrosive, which would make sense. But why would they come to such a supposedly populated place. They enjoyed their solitude.

She called out, [color=9e0b0f][b]"What are you doing here?"[/b][/color]

Pulling a coin from her front pouch she tossed it in front of her face. Burning steel in her stomach multiple translucent blue line jutted from her stomach to other sources of metal visible to only her eyes. Focusing on the coin she used the power of steel and 'pushesed'. The coin was struck by her weight and flung forward into the shipping container with a volicty of a bullet slicing through the air. She antipcated the clinging ricochet of metal on metal or the -plop- sound of the mistwrath. Hopfully that would be enough to chase the creature off.