Mera sat in her office underground, where she preferred to be on these especially hot days.  The bombing had opened up several underground mining shafts near the city, and they were the perfect temperature, especially on these hot summer days.  Though, with the constant cloud cover, Atlanta never got nearly as hot as it used to.  Books piled up near the walls, and magazines sloughed against the corner, threatening to tumble down to the floor.  Mera didn't mind.  She spent most of her spare time here, studying the animals in the various material, since the internet had died months ago.  Power ran out.  There was no plumbing, no running water, no electricity, unless another mutant had abilities to provide such things.  They were lucky enough to be supplied with a mutant that could channel electricity, and they had made do with flashlights and lanterns and rechargeable batteries so far.  She glanced up from her book as several mutants passed by, going deeper into the mines to hunt for valuable water sources.  She was lucky she was off the hook today.  She had been hunting already, and she wasn't up for another shapeshifting session just yet to scent water in the mines.<br/><br/>A loud noise distracted her, but she ignored it as laughter followed.  Mera smiled, returning to her book.  Wolves were her main study, but she had begun studying other animals to better understand how they functioned.  The more she knew about the beasts she could turn into, the more she could tell her handlers, and the better off they would all be when she shifted.  There were very few people she trusted, and that trust transferred well to the animals.  Those few trusted mutants were dubbed her handlers, and were the only people who could soothe her when she lost her mind to the animal and help her shift back.