#* gideon. affectum.

“ g’day. “ with a sneer, her knife thrown haphazardly at the doorframe. it’s my city, newcomer, better get accustomed quick.

it’s not often that junkertown gets new people rolling through - hell, who’d voluntarily come out here, eh? dez thought it was common knowledge to most of the world and yeah, from what she could tell, most of the world seemed to get the fucking clue --- what’s here but sunstroke and sandmouth and well... bloody fucking junk?

course, dez’d take it over the wastelands any day, any of those in junkertown would. worse than sunstroke is fucking nothing and sunstroke, after all.

besides, this was her city, her junk. certainly a crowning achievement for the natives but... outsiders? what the hell was this little redheaded ghoul doing in her city?

“ not often we get newcomers, outsider. dig the paint, but -- “ she activates her magnetic armband and the knife comes whizzing back into her hand. she grins, jumps down from her throne, so this newcomer can really see the size of what she’s dealing with. “ -- not sure i’ll be digging your intentions, get me? “

the knife is quick to come up to the stranger’s throat -- more to test the waters than to actually threaten. “ what’re you doin’ in my city? “