Pulling on a black overcoat, Zanthe exited her apartment, locking the door behind her. Time to get my bearings, I suppose, she thought to herself, absentmindedly pulling her balaclava into hood mode as she headed down the back stairwell. She had decided to dye her fur tan for the evening, and had also slipped a colored lens into her left eye so that they matched. The dye would wash right out with thorough scrubbing; she knew how dangerous it could be if she didn't get it out in time. Checking her watch, Zanthe pulled on a pair of gloves and quickly patted herself down, making sure that no one would feel anything suspicious if she ended up in such a situation. Satisfied, the girl smiled a bit, then took a deep breath and exited her building, heading into the city.