Climbing dogs. Well, that's a new one. Granted, all of it is new to Indira. She's not sure she's seen a single familiar creature out here, not that there's really all that much in the way of animal life at home. Still, watching the inky black bodies slink right up the side of buildings like is a touch unsettling. More than she likes to admit. She can't tell what the dude they're following is doing either -- there aren't any readings -- but he's doing something. And she didn't see him jump.

That's fucking weird, and she's just planning on passing through because she can't get around that particular rooftop without going around a bunch of other stuff, but it's never that fucking easy. In the moment between landing and taking off, the dog things swarm up over the edge of the roof and, lucky her, she's apparently right in their way. Well. Hopefully they're solid enough to die.