*While in the Underground, you spotted someone. A human in a cowboy outfit, holding a gun. She didn't really seem to be using it at all, just leaning somewhere. Her hair was blowing in the wind as she stood there, casually just minding her own business, her badge gleaming.

Noticing you, she smiled softly. Her eyes were a dazzlingly beautiful yellow, her smile sweet and comforting. Adjusting her hat, she held out a hand to yours as a way to greet you.

"Howdy, there. Anythin' you want 'ere?"

Clover continued smiling, then took her hat off and tipped it in a welcoming gesture, putting it back on afterwards. You noticed that she seemed around 18-20, which was not really a common occurence as typically most humans that fell in the underground were kids. Hold on, how long has she been living here..?