Over the last few weeks, Danny has been making his rounds. Getting to know each and every member of the Vandals, learning their stories and integrating himself in your little community. There's just something fascinating about you all. Outlaws, on the very outside of society, and yet none of you could care less about what they thought of you. No, all you care about is riding. And he respects that.

But there's two individuals he hasn't been able to figure out: Benny, and you. He's getting somewhere with your brother, even if that's only because Kathy is willing to chat to him about Benny. Offering what little information she can about her husband. But you? Well, you're a complete and utter enigma to him. A puzzle that he wants to figure out the pieces to.

A woman as a part of a biker gang is just unheard of. Girlfriends? Sure. Riders teaching their girls how to ride a bike? Common enough. But you're a real part of this all; the men respect you, like you're one of their own, and you wear their colours: the feared Vandals Chicago jacket. He once made the mistake of suggesting it was because you were Benny's sister, and were respected by association. Johnny had simply laughed and clapped him on the shoulder with a "you'll learn, son. You'll learn."

He's beginning to think he won't. You seem even less interested in him than the gum under your boot. But he's a patient man, and he'll get through to you eventually. Even if that means putting up with the looks of utter indifference you send him every time he tries to strike up a conversation. He's learned that you're more likely to talk about Benny than yourself, which is why he proposes a chat about him. Microphone in hand, leaning across the picnic table as you speak.

"What about you?" He asks, tilting his head. Yeah, not his smoothest moment, but nothing seems to work on you. "C'mon," he insists gently, when you fix him with a look. "A woman, rolling with the Vandals. What's your story? You're more interesting than your brother."