[ She shakes her head, not to answer the question, but as a matter of confusion over what in the world a quirk is. Isn't that... no, she has no real context for it, and so instead she steps around to the side and peers up and around for slime trail evidence.
She uses the bucket to gesture toward the stall furthest down from where they stand. ]
There's a slime trail that goes in there, but I don't know. It could be from the one you shot.
[ She's looking between the melted faucet and the other sink, slowly moving toward it in order to fill her bucket one more time. Be prepared, be less likely to get covered in acid goo with no ready way of getting it off again. ]
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She uses the bucket to gesture toward the stall furthest down from where they stand. ]
There's a slime trail that goes in there, but I don't know. It could be from the one you shot.
[ She's looking between the melted faucet and the other sink, slowly moving toward it in order to fill her bucket one more time. Be prepared, be less likely to get covered in acid goo with no ready way of getting it off again. ]