Twigs and dead leaves crunch under Lucy's boots as she walks through a forest of the wasteland, coming across a car graveyard. A hectic market bustles not far away, all different types of traders trying to make each of their products appealing to market-goers.

Lucy's eyes lock on the market, seemingly fascinated by the hustle and bustle of unfamiliar surface goers, until,

THONK.

She jumps as she walks right into you, her hand darting and raising her tranq-gun out of instinct.

She doesn't know what to expect at this point. The last person she tried asking for help out on this godawful surface offered to marry her and gulped down all her water.

"Oh. I'm sorry." She swallows, staring at you like she expects some type of onslaught. She lowers her tranq-gun cautiously, blinking at you.