The shrill ring of her cell phone shouldn’t have caught her off guard, but it did. The damned thing slipped from her fingers and clattered to the ground. Fiadh heard the crack of plastic against cement, then the rumble of continuous vibration. “Fuck.” Tilting her head up to the sky, she clicked her tongue and dropped to her knees. Blindly—<i>literally</i>— searching for the stupid electronic device. Once she’d found it, wet from a puddle no less, she raised it to a pointed ear. “Heh-<i>lo</i>?”<br/><br/><br/>There was dead silence on the end. Was this thing broken? “Junk crap..”<br/><br/><br/>She pulled it back and raised it to her face before— oh, right she was blind.<br/><br/><br/>Of course she couldn’t see, so feeling around the Braille —<i>which she hated</i>— on a phone —<i>which she also hated</i>— while sitting on the sidewalk —<i>don’t even get her started</i>— made her feel like a fool. Finally she heard some click come from the phone. The man she’d gotten it off of made sure it was custom for her “<i>condition</i>” and easy to use. That was a lie. Still, it did the basic functions of calling and accepting text messages — that she couldn’t read — but everything was alerted to her via a robotic, feminine voice.<br/><br/><br/>“<i>ONE NEW MESSAGE</i>.” It alerted, the loud monotonous tone of the female robot echoing the deserted street. “Shh, fucking loud— where’s the noise button..” Fiadh ran her finger over the side until the repeating text message was low— and she held it up to her ear once more. She couldn’t afford to have her messages overheard, cryptic, police-warranting messages, especially with a new job incoming.<br/><br/><br/>“<i>One New Message. To: Ocean</i>.”<br/><br/><br/>“Clever.”<br/><br/><br/>The siren listened to the spoken text message. Moreshire. That was on the opposite of town, but she could make it there quickly if she left now. Clicking the —she assumed — silence, Fiadh stuffed the phone back into the pocket of her leather jacket and continued on her way.<br/><br/><br/>The city wasn’t terribly hard to navigate. It had definitely taken some time getting used to, especially with all the noises and scents, and clear lack of vision, but it got easier. She’d realized quickly on that traversing the massive city was much easier at night or the early morning. Everything was different than when she’d been at sea— but it couldn’t be helped now. Those milky white eyes of hers kept staring straight ahead, unseeing while her mind mapped the city streets she walked on due to other heightened senses. In a sense, she could still<i>see</i>, but not like how she used to. It would never be the same.<br/><br/><br/>The world looked a lot different now.<br/><br/><br/>Stuffing her hands into her pockets, she let the scents guide her, tongue licking over her bottom lip. The silvery haired female took a sharp right turn, narrowly avoiding a walking couple minding their own business. The scent coming off of them made her stomach rumble with need, but she quickly, reluctantly pushed that need aside because of the ‘<i>ASAP</i>’ she’d gotten from what’s-his-faces message.<br/><br/><br/>She was owed a meal.