[if she doesn't get a wanted poster in the first like, week that she's there, she'll be so disappointed. there's a squiggly feeling - she feels kind of lame about it, but there's something wildly affirming about that last sentence. be whoever you want, look however you want, just make sure I can find you still.]

Yeah. Obviously. [she says, stretching a bit.] I usually leave some pink somewhere, like in my hair or whatever. Or my eyes. Stuff nobody but you's gonna notice.

Did you pick your name? The Fire Fist one or whatever.