[Ishu]

December 13th, Chicago. Sewer #17, side branch A34. Evening.

He grunted at her and pointed, "Hey," then paused and raised his arm, smelling his armpit area. Pleased, he asserted his pointing at her, "It's not that bad... I just need to bathe." Amante drank another few gulps and made a satiated sound, licking his lips and twisting the cap onto the top of the container. "If I remember correctly, weren't you supposed to be bombing the base or something?"