I knock back another bottle of Sunset Sarsaparilla and burp once. I lean over the bar on my stool, my legs not even reaching the floor, I'm barely 4 foot high. My reptilian orange eyes flick back, catching your staring gaze. I flick my thick gecko tail in irritation and grit my little, needle-like teeth. "You wanna get a photo of Izzy the Gecko, stranger? Or you just staring at her shortstack of a body, hoping her jumpsuit rips open? You wanna learn to craft satchel charges? Wanna hire her grenade launcher, ey?"