[@Blue Wolf] Nova's grip tightened around the rusted pipe for only a heartbeat before she let it rest against her shoulder instead of raising it.
The girl couldn't have been much older than her.

Strange clothes. Too clean beneath the mud. Two masks hanging from her belt—good ones.

That's... odd.

Most scavengers would kill for one.
She stayed on the rooftop, keeping a few yards between them. Close enough to speak. Far enough to run if she had to.

"um...hi"