At the mention of the sewers, Amelia scrunched up her nose and nodded. She'd heard in passing about Haven, and it was only her newly-heightened senses that had prevented her from taking the free-and-easy route of having a roof over her head. Sure, she'd learned quickly that she could navigate the dark with no problem, but the smell? She couldn't stand it. Still, with the sirens singing in her ears, she knew it was the safest, quickest way into Haven. Before she could ponder hopping down the manhole, she could've sworn she heard someone on the fire escape behind them - but after a moment's pause, the sound was nonexistent, and she shook her head. Her senses were on high alert, and it wasn't unusual for people to imagine things in their paranoia. With this in mind, she clambered down easily to follow John, one hand free of her jacket to cover her nose and mouth.

Once she was in, she tugged the manhole back into place, but wasn't sure it fell back as it should've been. It was heavier than she'd expected, even with her newfound strengths, and Amelia figured a car would pass over sooner or later and knock it in like it belonged. [color=#d2691e]"Hopefully,"[/color] she agreed, uncovering her mouth to speak, but quickly replacing her hand. She wasn't sure how strongly the tunnels smelled to John, but for her, they were overwhelming. [color=#d2691e]"I think this is the only reason I haven't been to Haven,"[/color] she admitted quietly, aware that her voice would carry in the cavernous space.