Syndulla Scrap, Thursday

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette wasn't getting much work done today, nah. She was at work, sure, but some of the local nasties seemed to have decided, last night, that there would be some of that weird stim stuff they seemed to be so obsessed about, somewhere in the scrap. The bitey bits were a little more agitated than usual, particularly Rusty, who was... more rusty this week all over again. Vette gave him (it? the metal chompy friend) a little smile and a pat on the... head-like-area, and then readied her blasters and let Rusty out to go scouring the scrapyard, picking off mutated killers with very, very little in the way of remorse.

If anybody needed Vette, they could just follow the 'pew-pew-pew,' and the occasional threat of, "If I die, I'm going to haunt you!"

She probably would haunt them, too. Not that it seemed like any of the splicers cared much either way.

[OOC: Open!]