Kachina - Shack<br/>Barely containing a gasp at her wardrobe malfunction, the man nervously fiddles with his thin mustache. He struggles to retain his composure as he grasps at each word.<br/><strong>"Well... I admit my story doesn't sound... plausible. He never did like me either."</strong>, he fumbles his words, his eyes never wavering,<strong>"Did.. I ever catch your name? I don't think we properly introduced one another."</strong>