[color=gray][indent][right][h1][color=9d362f]Zeltzin Sandoval[/color][/h1][/right][right][sub][hr][color=9d362f]Mentions:[/color] None  [color=9d362f]Location:[/color] Summit Hotel / Webb Family Coffee House [/sub][/right][hr]
[/indent][indent]Waking up with Ophrenia already gone was, honestly, a blessing. It meant Zeltzin could handle her morning routine alone and without interruption. Said routine started with her sitting up in bed and thinking over the events of yesterday, the thoughts turning in her head as she shook it in a measure of disappointment. Why couldn't this just be something simple?

There was a moment of pause as she sat there, legs hanging over the side of the bed, before a sharp grimace developed on Zeltzin's face. She was quick to reach over to her suitcase and wrench one of its zippers to the side, digging into a pocket in search for something, with the faintest hint of a tremor in her hand. It was a moment before the rattle of a bottle-of-pills made itself apparent. She was quick to dump an unidentifiable number of pills into her mouth, dry. For a moment after, she sat with a grimace as one hand woefully massaged her right thigh. After a time, the agony calmed and she took it upon herself to stand up, and get ready for the day.

She did so somewhat slowly, as was usual, but unlike every other day, there was a hint of purpose to her morning regimen.

After a bit, she was ready to take her bike and join the other at the Webb Coffee House, where she did little more than listen and offer what little 'info' she and Ophrenia had gathered at the Black Mining Co. Office.

Nothing that was said at the congregation was much cause to raise brows for Zeltzin - it all seemed to fit within reasonable quotations. Neko's suspicion - Jen's suspiciousness - all in likely course. Zeltzin had to admit, Jen might've seemed suspicious in certain lights - but she didn't fully trust anyone here anyway. So it was really all the same. But Jen did manage to explain herself some, at least.

Going into the swamp wasn't something she expected them to plan though. She didn't mind [i]too[/i] harshly - she was more accustomed to swampy environments than any present city-dwellers - but losing her other leg to a gator or her life to a Cottonmouth didn't seem [i]exactly[/i] ideal. Though, thinking on it, it was far from the worst way to go.

The topic of weapons did pique her interest, notably. She did like weapons. Unfortunately, she hadn't the need of a firearm for a long time - Eleanor had made sure of that - and Zeltzin had never found it necessary to acquire one after her disappearance. Her mind flicked to the saddlebags of her bike, where she carried a small armory of large knives -- for recreational purposes. Obviously, a firearm would be ideal if one had to defend themself from a gator or clear out a snake, but a nigh-foot-long blade was better than nothin'. She had mind to maybe search for a piece from a local store, but she wasn't sure if she'd even brought the green to do so. If she recalled correctly, Louisiana didn't require a permit, so she'd have to take a look around.

She took a long gulp of the hot coffee from her mug as she watched the proceedings of her.. comrades from a slightly-distanced chair.
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