Run. Survive. Win. The advice, if it could be called such a thing, wasn't exactly helpful. Of course they had given her some informal lecture about her new position in this human society, but she really had no patience for games of any sort. When the countdown finishes, Sikozu barely glances at how the animals attack each other for the few supplies offered.

Idiots. She was far from an idiot. They ran to their very possible death. She took off in the opposite direction. The world around her was decaying and the clothes she'd been shoved into were far from comfortable, but she was a survivor.

Ahead of her is a small building only half as decayed as the rest of this world. Clearly such a beacon of safety will call to others, but she needs to stop and plan. Others will run inside. She can already picture the fighting over the small space. Foolish. With barely a glance behind her, Sikozu heads up onto the roof. There's something off with her gravity. Shifting is slower that it should be. A sound alerts her that there isn't time to ponder this problem as someone is drawing near and she is still unarmed.