[Hanna is perched on the edge of a rooftop, observing the area around her. She's seen quite a few people in her short time here, some she allows herself to speak to, others she simply is content to observe. After hours of running and fighting her way through hoards of creatures she has never seen before, she is winded and needs to rest, but can't allow herself to do so without the pretense of doing something useful to survival.
So perching and observing it is, at least for now.
She takes notice of a woman on the street down below, and watches her with curiosity. She glances up to take notice of a flock of the undead creatures a block away, and gives a soft whistle to draw the woman's attention in to her.]
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So perching and observing it is, at least for now.
She takes notice of a woman on the street down below, and watches her with curiosity. She glances up to take notice of a flock of the undead creatures a block away, and gives a soft whistle to draw the woman's attention in to her.]