You're part of something bigger now, lassie. Alright? Don't give up on that. Cause we'll sure as hell never give up on you.
((Open: Lydia)) I was working on a car, playing my radio loudly as I did so. I grab a wrench from my pile and start loosening some bolts. When I feel my cart with the wrenches on it hit me. I jump slightly, whacking my head on the hood of the car. I yelp in pain, rubbing the back of my head as I look up. I see you and look down sheepishly. "What do you need?" I ask.