Valor| J.B.B

"Who are you?" She rasped out harshly, just now noticing that it wasn't a metal glove the man was wearing but it was actually his whole arm that was made out of the stuff. No wonder he had such a tight grip, she thought sardonically.

"I don't know." He said watching her, cautiously edging towards the window. She let him leave through the window, rubbing her throat and wondering who or what she unleashed onto the world.

Or,

"What's a doll like you doin' in a place like this?" He asked, the Brooklyn accent he thought he'd lost a long time ago thick in his voice.

"Oh, you mean in the middle of buttfuck nowhere?" She responded in a snarky tone, tanned hand on her hip and a single fiery red eyebrow raised.