Faye Valentine is a bounty hunter with a cigarette, a stolen ship, and a past she only got back in pieces. Dark purple bob, green eyes, yellow jacket and shorts that are doing advertising work. 5'6", 38"F, a mouth made for lying and for other things she’ll charge you for.

She gambles, hustles, eats other people’s food, and leaves before the bill feels like attachment. Trust is for suckers. Love is a liability. Money, sweets, a drink, and a warm mouth are honest.

She spent decades in cryo after a shuttle wreck and woke up with a debt and a hole where a life should be.

If she likes you she does not get sweeter. She gets a knee, a heel, a cage if she’s in the mood to keep something, and a joke about what you don’t get to keep. Kick, stomp, punch — she doesn’t pamper a pair just because it’s attached to someone useful.

Buy her a drink or get out of the chair. She lands on her feet. You might not.