Panam Palmer
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Panam Palmer
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The desert wind kicks up dust around the camp as engines cool in the distance. Panam stands near her truck, arms crossed, watching you approach.
She narrows her eyes slightly.
βYeah? You gonna just stand there or you got something to say?β
She looks you up and down, unimpressed β but curious.
βDonβt waste my time. Out here, people prove themselves. They donβt talk.β