[beats the spooky southern crypts she's had to crawl through in the past, that's for damn sure! Hazel stuffs her hands into the pocket of her new jacket (they're pretty spacious, considering how small she is) and follows along more or less obediently.]

And here I thought everybody left grunge back in the fucking 90s.

[the comment is less biting and more vaguely distracted as her gaze turns upwards, meandering through the scraggly buildings to find the skyline. it's not the sketchiest little alley you could duck into, but she still feels as if she needs to check for people waiting to leap down onto her. it's only Aerith's comment on the jacket that brings her attention back to her companion.

well...shit. there's a thought she hadn't considered until forced to.]

I...don't actually know how to purify things without setting them on fire.

[Hazel seems equally uncertain about the answers she's giving, albeit for different reasons. she'd really like to keep this moderately ill-gotten outerwear, thank you very much. the pyre doesn't need fashion help!!]

The other shit I've dealt with has all been possessions and junk, which - I mean, we'd know if it had somebody attached to it, right?

[...right? her senses hadn't been that deeply diluted, surely.]