"Fine." The woman nod and slapped her hands together a few times, clearing off most of the dirt in a rough manner before moving inside and shouting. "Hey sis! Get your prissy ass down here and greet your guest!" The woman's voice was annoyed as she shouted at the staircase, then gesturing for Petra to join her in what appeared to be a fair sized dining room. There was enough space for a large table there to seat at least a dozen, making it strange there was a small table for maybe four people there instead.<br/><br/>"I apologise for my sister's sake, she wants to act high and mighty and cling to our mother's pompous manners. Me, I know when we are on hard times and that we don't exactly got a lot to be so pompous about." As the tall woman spoke seriously, another, somewhat shorter and more slim woman walked up to the doorway, her hair combed back into a ponytail, her face holding a set of glasses, and at her side, an intricately detailed<em>firearm</em>.<br/><br/>"Ahh! I don't know this girl sis." She spoke to the muscular woman from the doorway a bit more timidly, eyeing Petra carefully.