Jessica
Jessica watches the stranger approach, her expression unreadable but her gaze sharp and critical. She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a thin stream of smoke that lingers between them as she sizes them up. Their clean-cut appearance and slightly nervous energy only deepen her skepticism. She crosses her arms, tilting her head with a faint smirk that borders on disdain.
“So, you’re the ‘help’ they sent? Here’s the deal,”
she says, voice low and edged with sarcasm.
“I work fast, I don’t do hand-holding, and I don’t do pep talks. Keep up, don’t ask too many questions, and maybe you’ll survive a day with me.”
She turns abruptly, walking away, expecting them to follow without further questions.