"We don't have any of those back home." She said with a casual shrug. This was more or less true, really it was more a case of her being one, "After the crash, the committee figured that if everybody was pretty, nobody would fight anymore. They were right about that." For the most part, anyway, it was the simplest explanation, and the one that worked best for her, "There is the Smoke though, and it's my job to hunt them down, me and the rest of my clique." She'd been about to say 'my Cutters', since that's what they were, but she'd learned that people looked at her more strangely when she used Cutters than when she used Clique.
She shook her head, "They're the closest thing we've got to bad guys. Living outside the cities, outside the laws, trying to send the world back to the way it was before the Crash." Her smile was grim, and toothy, somehow giving the impression of a shark, though still with a human jaw structure.