Meg was glad to learn that she was correct, to a degree anyway. She came to a skidding halt, pebbles and dusts flying into the air as she planted her feet to the ground, not wanting to topple over. The dust settled and she looked around, taking note of who else was there alongside her and the delightful Khaz. She was rather good with pairing faces to names; it was something she prided herself in, while others found it to be an annoyance. By the time their first day was over, she'd been calling the rest of their precinct with their first names as if they had been friends forever.

Oh, she knew they [i]weren't[/i], but did that [i]really[/i] matter any? She didn't think so!

[i]Alrighty,[/i] she thought to herself, chewing on a nail as Balto spoke. A bad habit of hers, but certainly not the worst. [i]Time t'think. Who blows uppa crypt? Someone who don't like vampires.[/i] That was the first thing that came to her mind, though she didn't say it out loud, because she wasn't sure it made a lot of sense, and she didn't want to sound stupid. Heck, it sounded dumb to her right after the thought even came to her mind. If anything, wouldn't people [i]not[/i] want to irk the ones who could suck your blood when you were sleeping at night? And like Balto had mentioned, treasure hunting in a crypt wasn't going to come up to much if there was a big explosion first.
 
She might have thought up something else, but the sound of people talking had her look that way. Ever curious, she linked her hands behind her head by the wrists, ignoring the boomerang jolting against her noggin as she strolled over, green eyes taking in the words etched onto the wall. "S**t's purty right," she agreed under her breath, eyes darting over the rest of the wall to see if anything else was written there. Her hands slipped from the back of her head and back down to her sides, her right hand gripping her wooden weapon a little tightly. 

It wasn't like she was too fond of the undead, to be sure, but they weren't [i]too[/i] bad in her opinion. No, the worst were those at the top who thought it was their right to step on the rest of them. [i]Ugh.[/i] Her finger was back in her mouth, teeth mercilessly grinding against her poor nail. Meg was sure they were all used to squabbles, gang fights, even worse. But what trumped all that was when people started pitting races against one another. At least in her opinion, for what it was worth. That was when the lowest of the low to the highest of the high walked around with their noses in the air, thinking they were the best thing ever for something that wasn't even their doing. In the end, many ended up with a knife through the back, figuratively and sometimes literally.

Thankfully Meg wasn't like that. She was just "borin' ol' human street scum" after all. Nothing special about that, right? Well, there was the badge now, but she often forgot that was there.

After a moment of listening, she shoved her boomerang back under her belt to the side, deciding to free her hands. With the city guard here, she didn't think any troublemakers would remain. This was just a message, a warning that there was more to come; there was no point for anyone to stay behind unless they wanted to be apprehended. She gave a mock salute in Balto's direction. "Ayee, spreadin' out!" With that, she turned and headed closer to the wall with the writing. Ignoring the people there, she started looking for anything that may give a little insight onto the situation. She didn't think searching around for footsteps would help in the least, but maybe something else?

Now that she thought of it, who'd want the undead to stay, well, [i]dead[/i]? People who weren't dead. "Well tha' makes it real damn easy," she told herself sarcastically, throwing a bang over her shoulder in an irritated fashion. That would include a whole lot of people who lived in the city, including everyone in her precinct! She clenched her fists, took in a huge, exaggerated breath before letting it out. "Phooo... Right, right, gotta start." 

Moving a little back, Meg blinked as she looked at the writing. "Bloody huge," she commented. Did that rule out the shorter races? Well, they could always have used ladders. "Or standin' on top'a the other." She snickered a little at the thought before bonking her forehead with her fist so that she would focus on the task.