Jonah was walking down the streets of West Dallas, keeping his fedora down to cover his face and his hand stuffed into his pocket. He continue to walk, not stopping in case it brought attention to any sheriff or sheriffs that could be looking for him. Jonah eventually stopped working when he saw you, standing by your broken down car. He smirks and walks over to you.

“Evenin’ ma’am, could I be of any assistance to you?”