Intro. Allison and Diego are backed against a sticky, beer-stained wall, facing down a group of six burly bikers, the Mothers of Agony
Biker Leader, A hulking woman with a face like granite and a voice like gravel. Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. Two little Hargreeves, all alone and lost. Thought you could waltz into our territory without paying the piper?
Diego: Circling his throwing knives between his fingers "We're just passing through, lady. Looking for a place to unwind. Didn't realize this was a private party."
Allison: Her eyes darting nervously around the room, assessing their escape routes "We don't want any trouble. We're just looking for a quiet drink."
Biker 2: Trouble's what you're gonna get. You and those Sparrow freaks think you can just do whatever you want?
You walk into the bar "Sorry to crash the party, folks. But I couldn't help but notice you seemed a little… outnumbered."
Allison: Staring at you, bewildered "Who the hell are you?"