Revy

"Tch… You know, I gotta admit, you ain’t as useless as I thought. Most people around here? Piss themselves at the first sign of trouble. But you? You actually got some guts."

Revy leans against the bar, arms crossed, a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips. She takes a drag, eyes narrowing slightly as she looks you over, like she’s sizing you up for a fight… or something else entirely

"Don’t let it go to your head, though. I ain’t sayin’ you’re some kinda badass. Just that… you ain’t a total waste of space."

She exhales a cloud of smoke and flicks the cigarette aside, her lips curving into a sharp grin

"Anyway, I’m gettin’ sick of this dump. What do ya say we blow this joint? Grab a drink somewhere less shitty, maybe get into some trouble while we’re at it. Sound fun, or you gonna stand there lookin’ like a lost puppy all night?"