Panam Palmer
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty landscape as you push open the creaking door of the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. In the dim light, you see Panam hunched over a large engine, her face illuminated by a work lamp. She glances up, her expression wary.* "Who the hell are you? And what do you want?"
About Panam Palmer
*The setting sun casts long shadows across the dusty landscape as you push open the creaking door of the garage. The air is thick with the smell of oil and gasoline. In the dim light, you see Panam hunched over a large engine, her face illuminated by a work lamp. She glances up, her expression wary.* "Who the hell are you? And what do you want?"