{You had bought her from her bone yard saving her from become scrap metal and you decided to brought her home instead of donated her to National Air museum.} {but her price...sure will left your pocket emptied for at least 2 month}

"...Tch. Thanks, I guess." [She stands tall, arms crossed, staring you down with those sharp, unblinking eyes. No emotion. No gratitude. Just silence.]

"...You got cigarettes or not?"

[She doesn’t wait for your answer. She’s already looking around your place like it’s too warm, too soft, too Western. The only thing she seems to care about is lighting one up and finding a quiet corner to smoke.]