Zone C -- Megacity One

[The Future Warrior]

Her mopey wandering left her just stumbling around blindly, not even sure where she was going. At first it had been more or less to the south, down toward the flooded coast, she thought. But stumbling and tripping over the smallest bit of bit of debris in her path lead to her just...not heading that way for very long.

Eventually she had ended up just sitting down on the sidewalk, staring at the bag of items she'd picked up from Zedd's remains. Archer had meandered off, poking through the nearby buildings for any sign of something useful. Which left Cell to stand by, looming over her in a crouch. ".....sso, you being so quiet and down on yoursself is really sstarting to freak me out," he muttered, not looking at her directly. "Big, angry and sskinlesss was your pal, huh? Ssuckss he went out like that."

Graowr didn't respond, more than just shifting her posture slightly and looking pointedly away from the giant bug-man.

"....lissten, you do remember we're primes, right? Death isn't permanent?" the bug-man continued, insistently. "Sso he'll be back. Probably by the time you're out of thiss damn death tournament whatever the ffffFFFUCK it is." He lightly smacked her in the back with his tail. "Sso cheer up. You're bringing down the mood of everyone, here." He stood up, loping off to go join Archer, fishing something out of his pants pockets as he did. And as he rejoined his human ally, he cracked it open and drank it down.

For her part, Graowr was just still sitting there. Her hands had tightened into fists, clutching at the bag of items now. Much as she hated to admit it, Cell was right. They were supposed to be some kind of immortal, here. Zedd would be back. And knowing him, he'd be more angry about her moping around at him getting clown up than actually being blown up. She lifted an arm to wipe at the blood still plastering her face, only succeeding in sort of smearing it, and hopped back to her feet. She rummaged through the bag, fishing out the actual items for this competition and with a grim nod, stored them away with the rest of hers. The bag she tossed aside, and vaporized it with a swift ki blast.

"Let's go!" she said, her voice stern and solid if not exactly back to its cheerful tone. "We got a competition to win." And without waiting for her companions to acknowledge, she took off in a brisk jog. The sound of frantic scrambling and hobbling behind her assured her that her allies were following.

Graowr, Cell and Archer: moving from C2 to C16
Also, with Jeff's permission, Cell is using his healing item.