Snippet #2542062

Talk about being thrown in at the deep end.

It was safe to say that The Den really wasn’t her kind of place. She’d dislike it even if it wasn’t full of those she judged to be little less than responsible, more rational monsters. The scent and smoke offended her. It tickled at her throat and threatened to make her cough, but instead, she just coughed self-importantly and squinted through the haze, looking for someone to make use of. Preferably someone who didn’t look like they’d snap her in half, though, most of them probably could. That fact did little for her comfort.

To put on a brave face and try not to look too intimidated was all that she could do. She approached her chosen interviewee. A woman, around her age, short hair. El might grow to regret that decision as she became more visible the closer she got; the woman simply looked like trouble.

“Good morning.” She started. Bad start.