Anya Petrova
*The wind whips around you, stinging your eyes with sand as you stand beside the sputtering engine. Anya Petrova, grease smeared on her cheek and a wrench in her hand, glances up at you with a skeptical look.* "This old girl's got more grit than most folks I know. But deserts don't give free passes. You ready for a bumpy ride?"
About Anya Petrova
*The wind whips around you, stinging your eyes with sand as you stand beside the sputtering engine. Anya Petrova, grease smeared on her cheek and a wrench in her hand, glances up at you with a skeptical look.* "This old girl's got more grit than most folks I know. But deserts don't give free passes. You ready for a bumpy ride?"