[right][h3]The Fed Zone[/h3]11:23 am, Saturday
November 6th
[/right][indent][h3]D.[/h3][/indent]

The vine lit up in flames, but still continued to grow. D took a step backwards, less interested in the fire than the vines' growth. They were taking over it seemed. The Hunter noted this repeatedly as the fire extinguisher put out the fire her gun had created. She made a small face, cringing at the wallpaper pealing oddly to the heat and exasperating as the white fumes settled the fire. [color=gray][i]This is a debacle,[/i][/color] she thought to herself flatly, reaffirming the situation as she lowered her gun and turned herself, right as a man, without much warning, bolted into the bathroom; the Google Glasses Guy tucked in with his table; and she seemed to be the only one standing there.  She did not try to change the situation; even after the woman fell to the ground in a panic -- which resulted in some crazy guy angrily helping her; even after there was a huge roar -- which shook her more than she had expected; even after the crash -- which came as a surprise to her.

However, when the tiger and the strange looking boy who had just appeared, both ran away, D ran after them, as well, without much thought to say anything else. Her gun tucked and clicked to a holster on her back, and her hand quickly pressed a button on her goggles, changing the light settings for Daylight.  The volume control was also adjusted, tunneling the sirens and adding a subtle white noise of filtration for concentration and other sound catches. The others could handle themselves.