~Familiar Sights~
Well, this was a rather familiar sight.
Coco had briefly paused at the horrid abominations of flesh and bone before her, hearing their snarling growls, their inhuman heaves, and their primitive semblance of communication they shared. Under most circumstances, most individuals would have the absolute right sense of swiftly turning around and running away in sheer fear of the sight of these behemoths of death that were presumably almost towering at seven feet in height. Yet, having upheld considerate experience in Beacon Academy, a big scary monster with sharp teeth was the least of Coco's concerns at the moment.
Giving up on trying to repair her minigun, the fashionista unattached the makeshift bandoleer that served as a dual purpose of a shoulder strap, throwing it upon her golden belt. Holding the small suitcase simply by the handle, Coco confidentially strolled forwards, showing no semblance of fear or respite in her actions. Words chattered around her on how to exactly tackle this situation, and perhaps it would be wise to leave these creatures alone, but the sniffling surely worried Coco for the well-being of this in her new-found squad. It was no CFVY, and the captain reminded herself she had to be wary of her own capabilities, for hubris is the downfall of many.
Unaware of any newcomers or lurkers within the woods, the six-foot tall fiery brunette pushed up her wide-rimmed aviators, her dark-brown combat boots quietly crunching the earth underneath her feet. A brief gale of woodland fury blew by, her lone strand of red hair fluttering in the hair, the adorned scarf around her neck flapping, yet the captain approach towards the beast unwavering and unfaltering. Putting her free and right hand upon her hip, she looked up at the furthermost and sniffling beast, the grip of her suitcase in her left hand tightening.
"I imagine you and your buddies aren't one for letting lost strangers some instructions, are you?"
Coco, in truth, expected a mighty roar in response to her sarcastic quip.