[hr][hr][center][h3][b][color=silver]Megan Pendragon[/color][/b][/h3][img]https://i.imgur.com/0BFkPfU.png[/img][hr][b][color=silver]Location:[/color][/b] Camelot - Sewers -> Prison
[b][color=silver]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]	Megan didn't have a negative reaction to fire - if anything, it was a positive thing for her. It reminded her of spontaneous human combustion, a fancy term for when someone dies due to a fire and no one could figure out the cause. Usually it had to do with the wick effect, probably brought on by someone falling asleep with a cigarette. Even with that rational thought though, whenever she read about cases of it, it always brought on a sense of supernatural awe and terror. It was like her blood had been electrified, her heart beating with fear and excitement all at once. She didn't share these thoughts with the others - probably for the best, a few cases involved bones shrinking down to insanely small sizes and she figured these people may vomit at the thought.

	She made her way out of the grate and followed Hansel into the prison, her mind still ablaze. She took the key that Hansel offered her and she studied it for a moment, walking down the cell block until she eventually found a lock that the key fit into. She inserted the key and started to turn it, only for the key to jam. Megan sighed slightly - old keys could be sticky like this sometimes. She once had a dorm key that always jammed. She jiggled it in the lock, managing to get it unstuck, and she turned it, but the tumblers didn't move. Megan took a step back with one foot and put her weight into it, really shoving the key into the lock as she turned it, and this time she opened it on up. 

	[color=silver]"If you're a murderer, you're obligated to tell me."[/color]