Slippery When Wet

Dulla was having a foul day. the weather had taken a particularly ugly turn, and subsequently she’d spent the last few hours trying to find some form of shelter with which to hide out the oncoming storm. she could smell rain in the air, heavy and oppressive against her tongue, threatening to upend all over her any moment now. of course, she’d ended up in this wasteland - cause that was just how things went, apparently. it was wet and mushy and just generally unpleasant, squishing between her toes and drawing a grimace to across her face. thankfully the appearance of an unfamiliar man distracts her from the unpleasant from her situation. ”nice weather we’re having, huh?” she calls out, making a disgusted face.