[Shenandoah]

The devastation of the one-time capital of the former free world was very apparent to Izzy from her chosen location on high in one of the dilapidated (though from what she could tell, still structurally sound) towers. She didn't know what they were called. Truthfully, she didn't care at the moment. What had her attention was the effect she was having upon the guy that was begging her to come down from the ledge she was currently dancing around on. It was actually really funny to see him so flustered.

Of course, she knew where he was coming from. She was an exorcist that had gained holy powers to go with her chosen weapons. Most people thought that her 'weapon' of a Super Soaker was something that was stupid. She knew better and it usually convinced people she was far younger than she really was. Of course, she always loudly proclaimed her age. She giggled at the thought.

"Please get down, Lady!" begged the guy and she finally felt a touch of pity for him, hopping down from the ledge. She didn't lose her smile, though, and instead grinned at him. "Sure, whatever. Bye!" At that point, she scurried back down the crumbling steps leading up to the tower thing and back down into the sanctuary.

Personally, Izzy would have much rather been in one of the green places, especially the one which held the secret graves of her parents... Or rather, her second parents, though she didn't remember that. It was what she was told, however. And she'd love it if she could find Father Maxwell again. He was fun. But she suspected he was dead.

Once Izzy had gotten to the ground floor (minus any mishaps she could have had along the way), the red haired cleric saw another red head enter the sanctuary. With her water gun strapped to her back, she bounced up to what was obviously another exorcist with equally obvious enthusiasm, looking like a hyperactive teenager rather than a full-grown woman.

"Hello!" she chirped with her slightly manic grin. "How are you? What's your name? And where are you from? Are you an exorcist?" Her questions came out in a rush, words falling over each other as she hastily spoke like a child on a sugar rush. "Cuz I was wondering, how much work do you do to keep bullets and stuff? Aren't they rare? Aren't they hard to find? And how hard is a gun to shoot? It it anything like my Super Soaker?"