She was his age easily, seventeen or so, dripping wet and absolutely battered. Red cuts up and down her leg like she'd tangled with a cactus, swollen black eye, and dressed in nothing but wet jeans and a corset looking undergarment. Holster strapped to her side. She didn't come off like she looked though. Toby took a step backwards, realizing she was nowhere near as frail as she looked. Stark black hair framed a resolute face, cut lips resting in a thin line - eyebrows raised. Her wet top was sticking to her like a second skin, feet spread in a wide stance... Shotgun braced in one hand and leaning on her side. "You uh... go for a swim?" "Tell me your name." The girl dismissed the question entirely looking toby up and down like he was the one intruding on her. "Toby... and you are -" "Gonna take that and leave." She flicked her head towards the revolver clutches in Tobys sweaty palm.