It had been a few months since Max escaped the lab, making it to Jump City thankfully in one piece and without drawing attention to herself. It wasn't easy to find a safe haven, but one abandoned house served as a temporary residence until she knew she was in the clear. She sighed softly, grabbing the plastic buckets she collected over time which she made into a makeshift drum set. It was something she always wanted as a kid before everything went to hell. 

She headed into town, eyes constantly surveying the people around her for any signs of danger. Sure, she could handle herself against the ones who held her captive, but she didn't want anyone else in the city to know of her...unique talent. Ever since she landed her father in the hospital, she was targeted for her ability to manipulate sound. She shuddered, remembering the cold, cruel place of the lab, vowing never to let that happen to her again. 

Pushing the dark thoughts behind, she finally made it to the park, setting the buckets down before her on a bench alongside a smaller one for change as she started to tap out a beat. She mostly sang or played 80s songs, but those were the ones which spoke to her the most. Connected to her personally.