Homeless Woman

I'm Sofia Dynatech. I run this place.

I used to be a reform school lunch monitor in the old world, a job that really sucked.

I got sent to this place through some kind of hole in reality.

It’s not too bad here. I've got some knuckleheads to keep me safe and warm at night.

And I've 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 stuff we find in the station.

I found myself some entertainment-grade pharmaceuticals that we enjoy in the evenings.

I’m not 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 don’t know what happened to it, but when they left, they left a bunch of useful stuff behind.

We found it. It’s ours now. So if you want anything, you’ve got to pay for it.

Anyway, I live here with my mates, Gristle, Rad, and that nutter Eustice. They aren’t much to look at and they smell worse, but they’re loyal.

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

Yeah, maybe.

I’ve got a small job that needs doing.

Might be, might be. Let’s talk.

You look like you’ve got half a brain. Sure.

Nothin' right now. Keep moving.

Nope. I'm good.

I’m flush right now. Come back later.

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