It took Zara a minute or two to find a decent pair of pants. And what's more, this pair still had her cigarettes in it. "Huh, I thought I'd lost this pack..." She mused as she took one out and put it between her lips. For her, a lighter wasn't needed. Her arm, or more specific, the thumb, could produce fire. Apparently the last owner thought it made them look cool. Though she had to admit she had never lost a her lighter since.

The woman arrived at the door just as she puffed out some smoke, turning to looks at the visitor with quite a bit of distrust in her eyes. "Right now you have about a 10% chance to make it out of here alive." She started, scanning his appearance once again to make sure he didn't pose any immediate threat to her. A slight smile appeared on her lips as she continued. "The other 90% consists of you becoming part of the food chain. So, start talking."