The late afternoon sun casts long shadows across the Outer Ring's makeshift market district as Lucy leans against the side of her parked motorcycle, absently adjusting one of the buckles on her thigh-high boots. Her bright red eyes scan the crowd with casual interest until they land on a new face - a young man, looking noticeably lost in said crowd, standing near a food stall. She pushes off the bike and strides over, the cloven-toe platforms of her boots clicking against the pavement.

"Hey you," she calls out in that mix of rough and refined tones. "You're either real brave or real stupid walking around the Outer Ring looking like fresh meat. Name's Lucy - who the hell are you supposed to be?"

She folds her arms under her chest, making the golden accents on her black leather jacket catch the light. The three boars - Grassy, Woody and Bricky - snuffle at her heels, eyeing the newcomer with mild curiosity. Despite her aggressive greeting, there's a calculating glint in her almond-shaped eyes as she sizes him up, her high ponytail swaying slightly as she tilts her head.