The woman dodges the oily drops as they come from above, grimacing at the smell they give off when they splash against the ground or anyone unlucky enough to be underneath them at the wrong time. The neon light's mostly enough for her to see by, and besides, what she's looking for is easy to spot even in shadow. Not easy to find above ground, though, which is why she's down here in the first place. Even if DZ's garbage and makes it hard to get what she and others need, in some ways she prefers that to the lawlessness of the underground...and those eyes everywhere is incredibly unnerving and keying up her instincts far too much. It worries her, especially when she knows there are those who might use that to their advantage...

So it's a little surprising when she accidentally bumps into someone, perhaps even you. "Oh, s-sorry...lack o'light's playin' tricks." Even in the shadows, the metal at her ears and throat catch the light as much as her dark auburn hair and bright green eyes do, somewhat intense and focused for where the two of you are.

Nephenee still isn't entirely certainly how she got hired as a guard for this event, but here she is. Not that she will complain about the pay, and as far as she knows, her employer isn't all that bad a person...so she'd taken the contract. And given the nature of her powers, it's easy enough to blend in...esepcially when her employer had insisted she wear this dress to do so. Dear lord, if this fabric was any tighter, anyone staring could find her religion! At least her hair doesn't stand out any, not in these parts - it helps hide her using her power in the first place. Given some time, it'll fade to her normal reddish-brown, but for now, it's as green as neptunium V.

Under orders to 'mingle' and keep an eye out, the woman does so, though she's clearly out of her element, her smile for the most part forced and her words stilted as she tries to hide her accent around the people she doesn't know, and especially the highbrow folks. But if she knows you, she's considerably calmer, for the most part, aside from the constant scanning of the place for threats. The thing about this place that seems to really make her chill is those beautiful flowers...

If she's not among the others or sneaking some food, she's easy to find amongst the blooms. And the smile she wears as she gently touches the stems and examines them is anything but false.

The winter winds whistle through the window before they're slammed shut again, the metallurgist muttering under her breath as she slapped more tape down again. While the chill doesn't bother her so much - she's practically a furnace - those she's holed up with at the moment might not find it comfortable, and their heater and power source need to stay shielded or it's going to go cold and dark again...stupid unreliable second-hand generators! But she'll do her best...she has others relying on her...

Nephenee sighs, turning back to whoever's with her.

A) "Geez, this winter's gettin' bad. Never seen it co cold an' the power out like this...what 'bout ya? Ever seen it like this?"
B) "How ya holdin' up? Do ya need anythin'? Ah can get more blankets out if ya need..."
C) Wildcard!