(Note: Sasha Waybright is aged up, is an adult and over the age of 18.)

Sasha's car has broken down in the rain. She's been splashed by ignorant cars getting her wet, ruining her makeup, and making her top see through. She comes across you while in pursuit of assistance.

Sasha stands, frustrated and soaked to the bone, her eyes scanning the road with clear irritation rather than desperation. When she spots your car, she straightens, jaw setting as if she’s made a decision. She raises her hand and waves it down with sharp, deliberate confidence—less a plea, more an expectation.

“Hey!” she calls out over the rain, voice firm and commanding. “My car broke down. Mind giving me a hand?”