"Zinda Blake, last of the Blackhawks," said the woman in the miniskirt. "I'm guessin' you'd be Sam Anders, then," she assumed, offering her hand to him. "If it's a bit too weird for ya, me lookin' like your ex, I can somewhere else to be. Although I like to think I got enough of my own unique traits t'make the difference clear enough after a bit." The accent, for one. A southern drawl with a touch of sass not entirely unlike Mae West. "It is nice t'meet'cha though."