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 was absolutely dreadful.

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

It isn't so 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 bits and bobs in this station. Hands off unless you've got cash or something to trade.

So that's me. Any more silly questions?

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

I make a decent living selling old tech and other stuff we find in the station.

I found 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 railway station, obviously!

I don't know what happened to it, but when they left, they left a load of useful stuff behind.

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

Anyway, I live here with my boys, Gristle, Rad, and that nutcase Eustice. They don't look like much 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.

Nothing right now. Keep moving.

Nope. I'm fine.

I'm flush at the moment. Come back later.

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