This was [i]really[/i] the beginning. New snow waiting for footprints, [i]something else grandma used to say [/i]. Ponder clutched Carl between his collar and his fur as she stepped of the gangplank and onto the roof they had touched down upon.

There was no more planning, training, time or thought thought between the the mission and this moment. She had to face off against this American city, a tattoos villain, and herself. Would she turn out to be a Titan in her own right? or a burden. Who was she now?

“Follow Ambrose.” She whispered to Carl. It had been a small chore to teach the service-dog the name of every BAP, their teachers, and even VITA. Now Carl would have a direction, and not follow the wrong group.

It was quite windy at their elevation, a bit chill. The breeze tugged at her cloths. She heard the distant sound of cars below and late night city-walkers, music, life. 

She would have to rely on Carl quite a bit, she was atop a building but did not know where it's edge was. She stepped off to the side, out of the way so the others could deploy as well. Then waited to see what direction Owl-squadron would take.