Roaming had its advantages...and disadvantages as well. That very fact Zena knew all too well. She had been sitting upon a pile of rubble, her spiked hair, short at that moment, gently ruffling in the wind. Her arm rested against one knee, which was bent slightly, while the other hung over the edge of the rubble pile she was sitting on. As she sat there, hidden from view slightly, she watched as first one figure enters a unused building, one that had once been powered by mako energy, but that energy has been dried up in this particular for a long time. It was a male, and he looked as if he was on a mission or something, a determined look upon his face.<br/><br/>After a bit, another figure, this time a female carrying a large sword upon her back comes into view, and then disappears into the building after the male. This place sure was getting a lot of visitors at the moment...it was usually empty, the only person there having been her for a while...but that seemed to have ended. She sighs, and jumps down from her spot, and carefully makes after the two people, wondering what was going on.<br/><br/>Right at that moment, Zena could have easily been mistaken for a male, with the way she was dressed and how her hair was. She had seen pictures of her grandfather when he was younger, and in her opinion...she looked just like him. She even dressed like him too at that moment. Everything was the same with her, the same as her grandfather had been. Her mother had feared this fact...but Zena embraced it, loving that she was so like her grandfather, Zack Fair.<br/><br/>After entering the building, her boots making soft 'thunks' upon the ground, she could hear a commotion coming from deep within the building, from below, beneath her feet. Her bright blue eyes narrow, and she heads down the steps, and through a set of doors. Taking more steps, she comes to another set of doors, but stays where she was, standing to the side of the doors, as she saw people moving within. Her hand reaches up to the blade upon her back, grasping at the hilt, wondering if she would have to fight...though by the looks of things...she bet that if she did, she most likely would be killed.<br/><br/>Zena could hear voices now, one of the men inside saying something about how the other seemed familiar, something about how his father was in his memories...Her eyes narrow further, and she frowns. What was going on? Then she realizes she had lost sight of the woman from earlier, and her eyes move from the door to the area around, wondering where the blonde with the big sword could be. Her eyes finally rest upon the other woman, who was at the other corner of the door. Looks like Zena wasn't the only curious one... Zena was glad that she decided to wear a disguise, anyways it suited her better. That way she wasn't looked down upon, because she looked like a guy at that moment. She was even muscular, though not quite as buff as most men.