Why thank you. A woman after my own heart.

[ he sighs dramatically, folding his hands over his chest like he's truly touched by such a scathing remark. he must look pretty bad - but when he catches his reflection in one of the displays behind the little booth? well.

it's another day ending in y. ]

And a straight shooter! Buckle up buttercup, I have an offer you can't refuse. Or, well. A proposition. A wager. You see, I saw that mighty nice ride you came in on today. Need a co-pilot?