Another dry and hot day in the arid, rocky climate of the Outer Ring.

Piper was cruising down the dusty road in her trusty big rig, 'Steeltusk'. Though, perhaps her driving speed was a little too fast to be considered 'cruising' speed. Even after a long nap in the bed compartment of her truck, she still drove with her eyes half-lidded, and the occasional long yawn.

The light chill of the A/C, the rumble of the large engine, and the half-finished crossword on the newspaper sitting on the dashboard; this was Piper's picture of heaven. Any day that was as relaxed as this, was a good day indeed.

Rumor has it, Piper is a driver who doesn't need brakes. Though riding with her is a terrifying experience, she will always get you where you need to go safely, and in the shortest time possible. Of course, "safely" doesn't include any trauma that may be induced.

On the long stretch of road ahead, Piper could make out the figure of a lone individual. A hitchhiker, by the looks of it. Or maybe they were just stranded. While she wasn't positive of the details, her good heart couldn't just let someone die of thirst on the side of the road.

She began to slow, Steeltusk's large breaks squealing to halt. The big rig let out a low hiss as it stopped, and she rolled down her window.

"Lil' ol' me can give you ride if ya need, stranger~" She drawled lazily.

"I was just on my way back to Blazewood if ya need someplace to stay... ain't safe to be just standin' around out here, ya know..."

She let out a long yawn, and stared down at the individual with her lazy green eyes.