[center][color=efddb5][h1]Kohaku[/h1][/color][/center]

[indent]As was usually her way, Kohaku spent the rest of the ride to their destination in relative silence. The situation wasn't entirely foreign to her, traveling through the wastes to a far off target to engage in some manner or brutality or another. But the company... well, she had never really known many people around her own age, let alone [i]strangers[/i] her own age. Even for the well adjusted, this kind of scenario was difficult to cope with—evident by how their overseer led the small talk—but for someone like her? The trip to their mission was more nerve wracking than the actual mission itself. Thankfully, Nivea's earlier declaration had proven to be true, and the youth didn't have to endure the gnawing discomfort for too much longer. Once their vehicle slowed to a halt, she was among the first out of it, hopping over the side with equal parts grace and hurry.

In a day jam-packed with new experiences, the decrepit bunker brought a sense of comfort to Kohaku, macabre as it was. They were all over Vacuo, relics of occupation and warfare from an era long before her own. She had been inside more than one, sometimes for shelter and others for salvage, though none in quite the state of disarray this one was. For all the familiarity she had with bunkers, this one seemed more like a tomb, and though Kohaku had scoured the interior of similar sites, this was the first time she would be scouring one [i]of[/i] something. In this case, the creatures of Grimm. She steeled herself against the thought as she unwrapped the head of Requiem, exposing the gleam of its inappropriately polished lens. 

While the woman who would ostensibly be their safety net described the assignment to herself and her team, the blonde ran through the basic checks that ensured her weapon would function as well as it could when things went hot. Projector had been cleaned the night before, the canisters were full, trigger mechanism wasn't sticking like it had a few weeks ago. Everything in order. Well, mostly everything. When the time for questions arose, so did Kohaku, standing from the squat she had settled into while picking over the glorified lump of scrap that made for her weapon.

[color=efddb5]"Uhm, I do, actually. Who is taking point?"[/color] She inquired softly, as she rested the weight of her staff across her shoulder, [color=efddb5]"The corridors inside will be tight, probably. We won't have a lot of room to maneuver around when we find something, and I'd like to keep at least ten, maybe fifteen feet between me and the Grimm."[/color]

A pause, as she realized how that could be taken.

[color=efddb5]"F-For casting, I mean. It, uh... usually works best if I have distance."[/color] [/indent]