[This isn’t Suzha’s first rodeo. Zombies might not be the threat back home, but she’s had her share of tucking into old sewer tunnels to use as a safer path than the surface before. The smell never gets any better in these places, but she’s among the quicker of the group to adjust and put it into the back of her mind. Gotta stay sharp, so there’s no point in letting it be a distraction.

She lingers around the front of the group as they progress, wanting to keep an eye out for any potential dangers. That doesn’t change much when they all take a pause after the big guy goes tumbling into the sewage; the others have the task of fishing him and his goods out in hand, so she keeps her eyes peeled instead. Not much to find in the dim stretch before them other than more slippery paths and a few more rats scurrying about, though.

So, figuring a little break from lookout is in order, she falls into step alongside one of her new teammates—the curious looking guy with the wings—and lets her gaze skim over the water to join the search for anything salvageable. But after a moment, when the unfortunate one who fell in is back on (relatively) dry land, she can’t help but turn her attention in that direction.]

Grody. I really don’t envy the guy, that smell’s gonna be clinging to him for a good long while now. [A beat as she looks over toward Sunday.] But hey—maybe it’ll deter the zombies?