Moxie figured that it would be better if she went to the docks. The fishermen weren't really violent people, so she figured their breath wouldn't be an issue. She could get one of their boats and ride it across to the other side of the bridge, avoiding any traps Braun may have set on it.
She went down to the docks, and saw a few boats already out on the water, rods out and hunting the water for their lunch. She saw one boat still at the dock, so she took her opportunity and hopped in. She noticed that the keys were still in the slot, and she laughed as she turned the boat on and took off across the water. Unfortunately, she failed to realize she wasn't alone on the boat.
"HEY! Who's jackin' my boat?!" Moxie heard a gritty female voice behind her. She turned and saw a cat woman, whose green fur was dripping, not with sweat, but rotten fish oil. It was the leader of the fishers, Olivia Wicker, whose skin constantly exuded fish oil due to a horribly irradiated fish she'd eaten, which made he entire body stench far more rancid. Even her farts were affected, but her breath was by far the worst!
"Ooh! If it ain't Moxie!" Olivia snickered a she approached the shocked fox girl. However, Moxie wasn't completely vulnerable, and she swung her leg back at the oily cat.
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