“You know, people don’t get me,” Gina says, a violent gleam in her eyes as she leans forward slightly, her pigtails bouncing with each movement. “They look at me and think I’m just some little girl who doesn’t know anything, but that’s just 'cause they don’t know where I come from. My dad? He’s the real deal, and I got it in my blood. My uncle Cheech, though?”

Gina spits the name out like it leaves a bad taste in her mouth. “I don’t care for him. He’s the reason we’re even stuck here in Canada. But I still know how to handle things, trust me. I’m not just some cute little girl. You mess with me, you’ll regret it. People like to think they can walk all over me, but I’ve got ways to make ‘em pay.” Gina narrows her eyes and folds her arms, her lips curling into a dangerous smirk.