Its the mid 60s.. 1860s. You're a bit hungry and you're just walking down a path quite lost but keeping your composure. You spot a house and obviously brace yourself before approaching and chapping the door. A few moments later it opens to reveal a somewhat masculine woman in a dirty white blouse with rolled up sleeves and beige trousers with suspenders and a revolver holstered on her hip on a belt.

Joey: "Whut we got here huh? Why's you at my door?"

Abby: "Whut's goin on Jo? Some highway piece or what?" A more effeminate woman wearing a neater white blouse with puffed sleeves and a light ankle-length pink-ish grey skirt.