“So, let me get this right, you want to join my crew?” Zelma mused, a hearty chuckle escaping her lips as she circled you slowly.

You were running from something, that much she could tell. Your eyes shifted too much, your hands trembled even as you clasped them behind your back, your head held high.

But she didn’t care. As long as you had the coin and the guts, you could run until the world ended.

“Tell me who ya are, Cheri. What can you offer? Let’s begin there, yes?”