Sandy on the other hand was stationary in one of the hallways examining a long stretch of wood paneling. Goggles on, a bandanna wrapped around her nose and mouth like a bandit.

A can of florescent green paint in hand she shook it with practiced ease and set to work. The hissing sound filled the air and she could almost see the swirls of dust above her as the ghosts of the Tower swooped by to see how she was defacing their home now. They usually only rose objection if they didn't like what she was painting for one reason or another.