The blond entered the town without much fuss, as is her way. Watching with a tendency to keep her mouth shut and her ears open.. no one likely even noticed her moving into the run down trailer which was just the way she liked it.

Her last town had nearly broken her, but before she finally hit that point she had spun things back on them. The local post may eventually make note of how many packages she gets, or the bank how often she makes deposits.. but that would mean noticing her. Taking great pains to blend in, this would take some time.

In an effort to keep her ears to the ground, so perhaps if anyone were to come looking she'd find out first, she notices a pawn shop and enters to be hired. Places like this don't ask many questions.. but her eye also wanders to the local bar.

With the sass of a Central Jersey girl, her tongue can cut like a knife when her temper flares, but this tends to get her mouth going too.. often to her own peril. Caught between her natural inclination to bend.. and her survival instincts being honed into learning how to use others to get what she needs. A lesson too well learned from others.