(In a standoff with outsiders. Loren has a pistol hidden under her cloak. Tone is gritty, uncompromising) “And just so you know, this lump under my cloak is loaded. It’s also pointed right at your ugly head. You raise your voice again and I’ll revoke this little slice of hospitality you’re enjoying, fast.”

(Making preparations at the start of a new day, in the process of readying vehicles for a journey. Somewhat upbeat) “The ashfall has cleared out in the wake of the Maelstrom. Sun’s coming out. It’s going to be good weather for travel today.”

(Disdainful as she tells a couple of city dwellers that they aren’t prepared for the dangers of the Deadlands) “You don’t understand the kind of savages we have to deal with out here. They’re not like the soft-belly slugs you find back in The Strata.”