Upon the second day of being dropped into nowhere, Lady was beginning to wonder if Dante was even going to show up and if she should just drop the hopes of looking for the half-demon. Lady was a little more desperate than she cared to admit, to have the half-demon as company, just to know everything was okay on wherever she came out of. This was too confusing, even unnerving for her, as she was keeping a slow pace, still walking around. Naturally, in this place, a well-armed woman was a strange sight to see. Lady gruffly ignored the stares and small comments about her weaponry and her cannon.

But somewhere down the line of staggering from place to place, the cut given to her by Arkham was growing infected, pulsating under her cheap bandage. It was starting to bleed again, as she glanced down to see a small trickle of blood from the wound. Maybe she should just ignore it; how else would Lady get all these scars? Ignoring them. But that rain wasn’t helping and Lady was trying desperately to stay out of the rain. Funny. Even after Temen-ni-Gru, it was raining again, it only served her to remind her desperately of Dante and his brother, Vergil.

At least father wasn’t her main concern anymore...

Lady grumbled something, glancing half-way at a hooded black figure. Whatever. She carefully slid underneath a place to keep herself dry, even contemplating changing the bandage. It was still bleeding...She let out a groan loud enough where anyone could here her.