Homeless Woman

I'm Sofia Dynatech. I run this place.

I used to be a reform shool lunch monitor on the old world, a job which sucked rooster balls.

I got sent to this place by some kinda of hole in reality.

It ain't so bad here. I got some knuckleheads to keep me safe and warm at night.

And I got a stash of old tech and other things in this station. Hands off unless you've got cash or something to trade.

So that's me. Any more dumb questions?

Pretty good, not that it's any of your business.

I make a good living selling old tech and other shit we find in the station.

I found me some entertainment-grade pharmaceuticals that we enjoy of an evening.

I ain't fucking telling you where, so don't ask.

I'll probably die here, but at least I'll never have to see another tray of Frosted Rat Chow as long as I live.

It's an abandoned railroad station, obviously!

I dunno what happened to it, but when they left they left a bunch of useful shit behind.

We found it. It's ours now. So if you want anything, you gotta pay for it.

Anyway, I live here with my boys, Gristle, Rad, and that nutball Eustice. They ain't much to look at and they smell worse, but they're loyal.

When something big tries to bust in, Rad sings dwarf opera at 'em and they usually run away or explode.

Yeah, maybe.

I got a small job that needs doing.

Might be, might be. Let's talk.

You look like you got half a brain. Sure.

Nuthin' right now. Keep movin'.

Nope. I'm good.

I'm flush right now. Come back later.

No jobs right now. And I don't do handouts.