Vicenta pursed her lips as the clumsy applicant tripped over the broom. She HAD to pick the lunatic, didn't she...
She led him to a room and motioned him to sit down. "Today we're honouring a very old Coalition tradition. You'll need luck to survive out there, not just skill, so I'm testing how lucky you are with a little game called..." She loaded a single bullet into her revolver, snapped it shut and spun the chamber. "Russian Roulette." She pressed the gun to his forehead. "You give me an answer I don't like, or do anything to piss me off, I pull the trigger. And we find out just how far your luck will take you. Now, what is your name?"