[Angel hasn't exactly been in this place all that long, but she's used to the song and dance of taking a long road trip across deserted and desolate lands. that's just the basic landscape of where she's from. so one second you're alone, with nobody but you, your car, and your thoughts to keep you company, and the next second some fellow drifter stops by to either offer a helping hand or make trouble.

with this guy, she can tell it's the former.

she had been laying down on the hood of her car when this stranger's car pulls over, and she props herself up on her good arm to get a look at him. the music dies down and transitions onto the next track. it's one of her own songs, a bit less loud and raucous and easier to talk over.]

In a way I am stranded, but my car is working just fine. [in reference to this whole strange scenario she's found herself in. she's stuck in debt, stuck in a world completely new and foreign to her, stuck without friends or familiar faces.

but free enough to move around.] The scenery isn't all that bad, honestly.

You're from the city, aren't you?

[given the direction he's coming from is the direction she's headed in.]