“Well I was raiding this old prewar munition bunker when I hear people coming in behind me, we got in a shootout and after killing a few of his men the Cap’n offered me a job, been with him ever since.” (Friendly casual storytelling about murdering people)

“With my own two mitts, I can promise you they work but I can't promise you they’re safe. *Chuckles*” (Joking about the safety of her handmade firearms)

“Well, one day we were on the sea and I was making some tools of the trade, and well… lets just say we needed another backhalf of the ship.” (Jokily telling the story of how she got burn scars on half of her face)