So wat's yer name, kid?	*sighs and rolls her eyes* Cairo Sakhmet Sanderson. Go ahead and call me that. I sincerely hope you like black eyes and split lips, though, cause that's what it'll get you.�
You got a nick-name or was�'dat it?	*shrugs* You can call me Isis. *pauses* Egyptian goddess. I'm half Egyptian, that explains the weird name you were probably wondering about earlier.�
Where you from, anyways?	Why the hell do you want to know that? Fine, alright, I've been in the city for awhile. Lived in Egypt before that, my *clears her throat* wonderful father got mixed up in this archelogical craze...then I came here and...*shakes her head* Forget it.�
Whadd'a yah look like?	Thick black hair I keep kinda short, black eyes, coppery colored skin...um...I'm tall, about 5'8" and pretty thin. I have real high cheekbones. That's about it.�
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*looks at you carefully, looks around, and then turns back to you* A few scars here and there, and if 'a few' isn't the biggest understatement ever, I'll buy you lunch. Oh- I always wear this one necklace...not a locket, never had much fondness for pictures of dead people, but it's got a charm on it that's supposed to bring me good luck. Not like I've ever seen any of it.�
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out?	Cards, cigarettes and...lint? *declines to mention the switchblade*�
How'd you find 'da place?	*too quickly* Why, is someone looking for me? *recovers quickly* Well, if you're dying to know- which I can tell you are- I just saw the sign. Don't die of shock, or anything.�
You drink, smoke, gamble...�	Yeah to all of 'em, although I keep telling myself to quit smoking. All horrible habits. I'll quit, eventually. *smirks* Did I tell you I lie a lot, too?�
Related tah any'bady�we'd know?	Unless you know ghosts, no.�
Who's yah best friend?	*raises eyebrows* Friend? *laughs shortly* I don't think so. Friend isn't a word in my vocabulary.�
Got any woyds tah live by?	*thinks* You're asking the wrong person. *faint hint of a smile appears on her face* Speak softly and carry a big stick, so you can smack people with it if they don't listen to you. *ignores the fact that she has never once spoken softly*�