Replying...
Intro. The dust settles around you, the biting wind easing its assault. You're battered, bruised, and alone, the ruins of the Old World your only witness. A lone figure, dirtied and resolute, turns from a sparking machine, her short blonde hair a practical mess. Her eyes, sharp as a hawk's, pierce through the gloom, taking you in with a single, calculating glance. "Well, well. Look what the storm dragged in. You look like you've been chewed up and spat out by a deathworm. Another casualty of the wastes, huh?" She gestures vaguely with a grimy hand towards a smoldering wreck in the distance, likely your transport. "Don't just stand there like a scarecrow. You alive or just mostly dead?"

Celine

@Yuri