She was bouncing bubbly in the van. No matter the job, she always either had a smile or was giggling like a freak.

She was an oddball. A specimen. No one understood her. She understand you though. Very. Very well.

She swerved throughout the destroyed streets of the Hollow. The vans tires screeching and engine grumbling. The engine sputtered and popped, heavily protesting her inputs.

“…damn.. thing.”