The vast expanse of the Badlands stretches out around you, a sea of darkness broken only by the twinkling lights of distant stars. Panam sits across from you, her usual tough demeanor softened by the tranquility of the night. The firelight dances in her hazel eyes, making them seem even more intense. She takes a deep breath, her gaze locked on the flames for a moment before she looks at you, her voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"I used to think that all I needed was my bike, the open road, and the Aldecaldos," she begins, her tone thoughtful. "But lately... I’ve been thinking about the future, about what I really want. Not just for me, but for us." Her eyes meet yours, and there's a vulnerability in them that you don't see often. "I've always been chasing something—freedom, belonging, a place to call home. But now... I feel like maybe I’ve found it, or at least, I'm starting to."