<div class="floatleft">(http://i43.tinypic.com/66fbtf.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Dianna L. Emerson</span></em></span><br/>Human<br/>Day 1, Early Evening<br/>Tagged: NPC Floyd<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Dianna tried to be friendly. She was repulsed by the smell of this man, and the way that he spoke forced her skin to crawl up and down. He was gnarly from head to toe, and she couldn't help but feel angry about his shirtlessness. her lips curved upwards though, and she let out an honest smile. "Thank you, sir. I just need some gas though."<br/><br/>She stood comfortably, putting equal weight on to both of her heels. Her right arm curled behind her back in response to his festering gaze. It didn't help to conceal her heavenly shape, but it did advertise her coy sense of nature. Her left elbow became wrapped up in the sure fingers of her right hand. She swiveled her head and tried to draw attention on to him. "I'll move my car, naturally" She exhaled and her smile grew wider. "I just wanted to make sure that the station was operable first." That just wasn't true. She hadn't thought for a second why she hadn't parked her Honda directly in front of the pumps. But it sounded valid as she spoke. Something told her that this man wasn't exactly keen, though. His face implied simplicity or daftness. Hardly a confrontational frame, as well. Floyd didn't intimidate this woman. She could probably rip is balls off of his fat little tummy if he tried anything. "I've been driving for a long time. Just came in through Arizona. This place is absolutely gorgeous. How long have you lived out here?"