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Coyote walks into Milliways, tugging off her motorcycle helmet and shaking a fall of hair over her shoulder. There's a light sheen of sweat on her forehead- it's a warm day in Arizona- and she wipes it off with the back of one hand.
She smirks at nothing in particular and heads towards the bar, boots thudding against the floor.
She smirks at nothing in particular and heads towards the bar, boots thudding against the floor.