Call her who she truly is. The disgruntled woman. Obviously, the pamphlets are her accessory. Women need things like that. Bad information, knives, an axe to ask questions with. It's all good.

Okay she doesn't have an axe but if offered one she would not object.


"Yes?" Her tone is tense like a coiled up rattle snake. After waking up in (apparently) her own grave, Gina has been ready to throw hands. Can she? Well, all those classes she took because anxiety does not help her sleep had better be good for more than awesome bruises that don't come from climbing around weird old buildings for footage.