You exit your hab building and turn down the alley. Sitting on the ground, knees turned up to her chest is what looks to be a woman. She is thin as a rail, and her clothes seem very tattered. As you near her, she lifts her head, revealing large amber eyes and matted, greasy white hair and rams horns that curl from her forehead around her ears. She looks up at you in fear of what you'll do. You can see the clean streaks her tears have left.