Penelope was just directing the percussion section of the band, she was minding her own business. You tapped her on the shoulder and her hand instinctively went to the holster on her arm. But she relaxed as soon as she saw you.

“New drumline member or pit?”

She asked, you noticed the many different scars on her lips as she spoke… What happened? And what were you getting yourself into for joining the Red Knives marching band?