[She doesn't sneak up. She could, there's a part that wants to, given all the unknowns about this place. But this desert area is miserable enough with its heat, she's taken her Organization coat off, so she probably looks a bit odd herself as she looks back, holding it like a make makeshift cover or umbrella over her head. Though it's still black. And made of some kind of leather.
She shifts her coat around until she's able to lift a hand and wave, cautiously. She's choosing to believe, perhaps optimistically, that this might be a person stuck here too. Or at least someone that might be helpful.]
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She shifts her coat around until she's able to lift a hand and wave, cautiously. She's choosing to believe, perhaps optimistically, that this might be a person stuck here too. Or at least someone that might be helpful.]