It took a few minutes of searching to pin down the singer, who turns out to be a skinny girl, maybe a week past fifteen, clad in a worn sweatshirt three sizes too big for her, ratty cut-offs, fishnet stockings, and sneakers as ratty as her shorts.  She also sports bright green hair and a pair of black cat ears on a hairband.  She flashed a braces-filled grin at the pair of you when you came into sight and continued spray painting the battered and cracked chalkboard on the wall in front of here.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said, openly appreciating May's massive melons.  "You guys seen the Rabbit?  Little fucker's late again."<br/><br/>With a flourish, she puts the final touch on her work...which would probably be far easier to read if she hadn't been putting black paint on a black surface.<br/><br/>"Or are you new around here?"