[It's definitely...different, at least, when compared to DisCity and the West District in particular. In this world, everything seems to have been left behind to crumble. Their home has been so actively destroyed and struggled to rebuild so much in the wake of disaster, with Syndicate and its adjacent sectors - the Rust, the last bastions separating the city from the DisSea - constantly battered and exploited. But what does she know better? What does Hella know better? For Ninety-Nine especially, the world's only ever been in one state.]

Magic...? [Ninety-Nine lifts her head and tilts it to the side. They're probably both thinking the same thing. It seems out of place in the otherwise bright, silly boardwalk shopping center, for something like that to be out in public and advertised. Of course, she's thinking about completely different kinds of power.] I wonder if there's anything useful left.

[She sets Hella down gently, letting her slide to the ground.] I'll go first to take care of anything inside the door. [She's going to end up beating a mannequin...]