Humans. That's about all she gleans from her first pass around this section of the city. Humans. She's not eager to cross the bulkheads into other parts of the city, no matter what they may promise. The only thing worse than being deprived of her ability to shape the water is being trapped in some cold metal room, helpless to claw her way free.

Then something impossible happens.

She almost doesn't believe it. Here? Here? It looks like another gem. She banks easily, touching down in front of her.

"Are you another gem?" she hazards, eyeing her warily.