[center][h2][hr][hr][color=purple]Waverley Watts[/color][/h2][img]https://64.media.tumblr.com/d4f8b02bc3fc96e0a3a20351b36c3691/3542b667aca4c58b-5d/s1280x1920/26a354a690e9e6bf683ded6a2d00cfed8bc41f85.gifv[/img]

[i]Location: Garage
Skills: Perception[/i][/center][hr][hr]
Waverley followed Kaitlyn into her apartment complex's spacious garage, eyes immediately scanning the scene. As they marched behind the line of parked cars, an annoyingly familiar sight caught her eye: the ugly stainless-steel looming over the both of them, coming together in jagged, unpleasant angles. As the pair passed, Waverley offered up a middle finger to the so-called cybertruck, silently cursing whatever wannabe tech bro had parked it there. She turned her attention back forward to find Kaitlyn fiddling with her keys in front of what Waverley figured must be her car.

[color=purple]"Hey, nice ride,"[/color] she complimented, eyes gliding along its side. They stopped at the rearview mirror, narrowing at what she saw in the reflection - a half-dead looking figure shambling through the darkness towards them. Whoever they were, they looked the same as the guy they'd encountered back at the school. Waverley backed up a little, in doing so bumping her heel into a twelve-pack of soda, sitting next to the car next to them's closed trunk. Probably forgotten by someone after a grocery run...

[color=purple]"Don't freak out, but we've got one of those sick people coming up on us..."[/color] Waverley subtly glanced at the figure, wary to leave her eyes on it for too long. She chewed the inside of her lip, before glancing to the cybertruck they'd past along the way. An idea began to form - a loud one, and one that filled Waverley to no end with satisfaction. She hoisted up the forgotten box of Coke, pulling it open and grabbing a can from inside. She stepped away from Kaitlyn's car, and she aimed for a moment, can held high, before launching it at the overpriced rustbucket. She chucked it as hard as she could at the car - only for it to bounce off the back bumper and into the floor. Waverley was about to grab another can when she noticed the sick guy's attention pulled away from her and instead to the hissing can spraying coke onto the cybertruck's tire. Waverley quickly through open the car door, sliding into the passenger seat, keeping the soda on her lap. [color=purple]"We should go - I don't know how long that soda's gonna keep him distracted."[/color] There was an undercurrent of disappointment in Waverley's voice, clearly having wanted to give the owner of that truck a little more than a sticky tire to worry about.