Kayla stared at the cocky blonde haired man that strolled up to her stand, she could hardly believe he had the balls to start off a haggle in such a manner. Leaning foreward she let her hand rest on a small crossbow at her side. Although he appeared older, she would hardly consider him to be a real man. Sitting back calmly, Kayla responded, " You shouldn't be so hostile with someone who could potentially be a good friend, you look like someone who has braved the harsher parts of the wasteland".

Kayla was about to speak again when a strange man walked to the front of the bar, he was limping in an odd manner which was why she had even noticed in the first place; cripples are easy to steal from. What ensued next shocked her, as flames erupted from inside the bar nearby. Her calm demeanor changed drastically, the look on her face seeming more frail and sweet. Motioning for him to come closer, whispering seductively " If you keep me safe, I'll feed and shelter you from the harshness of the wastes.....". The whole time her right hand never left the old crossbow, ready to pull on it in case he was as looney as the guy down the way.