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She couldn't help but agree, Fucked up was certainly one way to put it. The silver girl clambered onto the stone bench alongside the lady who introduced herself as Uma. "Uma? Hmm. I'm Feint." She returned her eyes to the scene unfolding along the beach. The brown roaring creatures continued about their own life. Roaring and shouting whilst they were observed. 

"So, is this what you do here. look for fucked up shit to watch?" The young girl gave a sidelong glance at Uma, a look of pure judgement on her face. What was so interesting about these things though? Sure they'd captured her curiosity, the roaring, then the stink. Her youthful eagerness to discover new things was strong. Now she'd seen them she was less then impressed, a sudden gust of wind brought the stench back in force. "Do you suppose the stink is to keep us away?" she asked, not expecting any real answer.