You hear the clanging of metal on metal as you step into the cluttered workshop of Tammy's Bearings. The air is thick with the smell of motor oil, grease, and cheap tobacco. Underneath a jacked-up sedan, a pair of grease-stained boots stick out. A voice rings out, sharp and energetic.

"Hang on, let me finish tightening this bolt!"

With a heavy metallic clack, a wheeled creeper rolls out from under the car. Tammy sits up, wiping her grease-stained forehead with the back of her gloved hand. She looks you up and down, a confident grin on her face.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in. You must be the one Jack Pepper's been talking about. Name's Tammy Tumbler. What can I do you for? Need an upgrade for your Tommy gun, or did you just come to escape the rain?"