Fiorella pulled her helmet off her head and placed it on the rack before lifting herself off the bike and moving her arms and legs with few, quick exercises. She looked around and folded her arms at her sides.
"Uninhabited wasteland."
She assessed dryly with her words, shading her face with her left hand from the sun to get a good look from horizon to horizon. Eventually she brought her hand down to her body and looked at her companion.
"Houston is an interesting world, Mr. Doe, I must admit. I am beginning to see why the Liberty Rogues bases look the way they do - they are a reflection of this place minus all the enforced order from the LPI and the bounty hunters. Only the survival of the fittest."
Despite the hot sun high in the sky and the parched landscape around them, she clearly was not uncomfortable. There was not a single drop of sweat on her brow as if the Houston desert was still a tolerable climate for her, regardless of her leather jacket and raven black hair.
"I felt anger and frustration. I did not have to focus on it too much - it was pervasive, intense, stacked across generations. An echo resonating throughout the city. It has been a while since I have felt such strong sensations from a place."
"What are you planning to set up in here, Mister Doe."
