[hr][hr][center][h1][color=Purple]Waverley Watts - Feedback[/color][/h1][img]https://fathersonholygore.files.wordpress.com/2019/06/father-son-holy-gore-nos4a2-jahkara-smith-2.png?w=721&h=355[/img][hr]
[color=Purple][b]Location:[/b][/color] Mutant Underground, Washington D.C. Station (First Floor)
[color=Purple][b]Skills:[/b][/color][/center][hr][hr]

Waverley's head popped up from its hanging position when she heard her codename being called out by Veil. It caused a look of distaste to take residence on her face. The whole codename thing had seemed a fun idea a few days ago, but now...it just felt like it was making light of such a horrid situation. It felt so ridiculously out of face. And the way Veil had said it with a straight face, without a hint of a smirk or smile, made it all so absurd. The young woman said nothing at first, simply lowering her head once the leader was done talking to her. She didn't want to make a choice. A choice meant she had to think, and that meant she had to go back into her mind. There was nothing she wanted less. 

Her eyes lightly glided up Max's legs, though she pulled her eyes away once she got to his torso. She managed to work out that he was the killer from his figure and what he was wearing. If he was staying, she knew she couldn't. And with that thought, the choice was out of her hands once again. She waited for Veil to get done talking so she could say she was going. But Veil's last comment, bringing the killer into her mission, stopped Waverley's words from leaving her mouth. She had to choose again. As such, she withdrew back into her mind.

She was brought back to reality when she heard someone make mention of a '[i]Walking Disaster[/i]'. She looked up to see the blonde mean girl talking, though when Waverley looked to try to figure out who she was referring to, she couldn't. Her eyes scanned the numerous members of the Mutant Underground, excluding the killer, and, if she was being honest, the description of Walking Disaster could fit any and every one of them. There was no doubt in her mind about that. They were all Walking Disasters.

She couldn't let herself become one too. She sniffled one last time, and turned back to Cayden, swallowing the lump in her throat and forcing a small smile. 

[color=Purple]"I can go. I...I can go,"[/color] she said, managing to keep her voice from choking. Her smile, on the other hand, didn't quite succeed in seeming genuine.