Eira was bored. Eira was nearly always bored. And when Eira wasn't having fun or working (which was still fun to her), it lead to her wandering through the waste, looking for..  What? She wasn't an outright killer like [i]some[/i] people, but she did like to cause mayhem, and if someone died in the process, oh well. Wrong place, wrong time sort of deal.

Eira ducked into a few abandoned homes, searching for anything semi-intact. She like to collect random items, be it teddy bears or socks or jewelry, anything small that once had significant meaning to someone. She was trying to flex her psychometry, as she liked to work on it every so often. Picking up a harmless-looking corkscrew, a flood of emotions hits the girl and vague images flashed through her mind. Throwing the tool down as if it had burnt her, she had to take a moment to regain her composure, leaned up against a wall.

She heard a clattering outside and climbed the top of the decapitated building she was currently exploring, first noticing the source of the noise. A wheelchair, hmm? Interesting.. Then, her eyes fell onto her mentor, and she could tell by his mannerisms that he was favoring his good leg ever-so-slightly. If she felt things like guilt or shame, she might have at this moment, but all that went through her mind was [i]'Damn it, if this handicapped dude is hostile..'[/i] With that thought, she quickly makes her way down an attached gutter pole, jogging over to her mentor to better asses the situation. Upon reaching the pair, she could feel another mental nearby, but seeing as how her powers were in sensing objects history, that's all she could determine.