The young girl the cyborg man had met the night before was waiting outside the bar for him as he walked out, leaning calmly up against the wall, arms crossed with her rifle hanging at her side. "So tinman did get his girl, ja?" she said with a sly grin. "You never learned my name before threw back that whole bottle and went off after that barmaid." She said, standing straight and holding out her hand to the man. 

"It's Hanna. Hanna Krauft of the Last Brigade, and my equipment is strictly not for sale."