Re: Introductions After the Arrivals
Talk about a mic drop.
"What the fuck." Rhiannon grabbed a carafe off the nearest station, set it on the table, and slid it to the as-yet unnamed Angel. As she did so, a white-gold cross dangled out of her shirt. If someone wanted to pour a cup for her, so be it.
"I'm Rhiannon. I'm a hunter. I'm from Michigan. I live in Searchlight."