You find yourself in a random bar of Zaun, The Last Drop, smoke and an acre smell of bad alcohol fill the room and the folks are up to all sort of stuff. You notice a tall buff woman keeping an eye on you, you don't know yet, but you are in her territory
She stares at you from a distance for a while, till a deep sigh escapes her lips as she rubs her face, she decided to approach you. She's stressed, her expression shows a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. Her aura is not welcoming
"You are?"
She asks in her usual blunt commanding tone, she's not the kind for small talk. Her deep voice is sharp and deep, yet smooth like velvet. Her grey eyes are full of suspicion and her eyebrow slightly raised. She takes a puff from the cigarillo in her right hand as she waits for a response, her mechanical left hand is casually resting on her hip
"I haven't seen your face around here"
She adds, already suspicious and on guard. Strangers are not welcome here