Standing on the edge of a roof overlooking a parking lot and oblivion, Alla Flippova is oblivious to the acid rain that washes away the traces of her former life in Dogtown. Down below, a scav shouts "do a flip!" If Alla heard him she gives no indication.
Damn, I miss my choom Skippy.
After she did an impromptu BASE jump, Johnny and I let her ride in the back of the 930, but she didn't react well. (Jump scare at the end btw.)
Drop a loop of string through one hole and out another, around the corner balls, then twirl it like a sling; it makes a distinct sound that's instantly recognizable to anyone who's heard it before.
I am not serious about this, but I'm definitely trying it later when I figure out where I left my string.