Upon emerging in the sewer Cherry makes a face and puts her hand to her nose for a moment, creating a mask to cover her nose and mouth. The cold of the Ice didn't bother her, so smelling nothing was preferablt to the stench. "The UN is paying for my drycleaning." the girl comments firmly. "I can't wait until we actually have uniforms...God what am I saying?" she asks rhetorically shaking her head.
Looking down at her feet in the muck she sighs, her voice sounding hollow through the ice mask. She stamps her boot almost daintily and the muck around the group freezes solid making it less of a mess and certainly less odorous if only minutely. "Shall we?" she asks.