Luna shivers inside the shipping container, nude and frozen... but human again, she turns her grey-blue eyes upwards, sniffing the air while listening carefully. It was dawn, just before the day shift came on, she stands, her bare feet padding across the container while she works the complicated code lock to get out, her clothes where they always are, under the container itself. She pulls on a rather substandard outfit, ripped jeans, boots, baggy hoodie. She may as well be a model for 'Tomboy Quarterly' as she strode over to her motorcycle, parked in it's usual place. Since moving to the city, she had her little monthly 'sabbatical' to a fine art. She had even taken to calling this outfit her 'Time of the month clothes'. She hops onto her wartime triumph, gunning the engine and running to the shop for cigarettes and the old diner for a huge, post wolf breakfast. She gave her favourite waitress... the cute one with the pretty hair... a wink as she paid and left, gunning the engine for school.<br/><br/>She paused after turning off the engine, shaking her hair out of her silver-blue eyes before lighting up a cigarette with a scowl.