So wat's yer name, kid?	Scout Drake.  *pauses*  It -used- tah be Morgan Raina but, ah...Scout's bettah.
You got a nick-name or was 'dat it?	Nickname. Right.  Scout.  Lisa an' Marcus didn't call me that or nothin'...not endearin'...jus', ah, somethin' diff'rent.
Where you from, anyways?	*shrugs* Around.
Whadd'a yah look like?	Dark blond, curly hair...it's chopped off now...*motions to her hair which is about chin-length* an' Ise got hazel eyes. I ain't that tall...5'1", but that don't mean nothin' so don't think it does.
Got any 'ahhh, distin'guishin charact'ahristics?	*skeptical glance* What are yah talkin' 'bout?
If you emptied out yah pockets on dis' table right now, wat would fall out?	*grins* Definitely not money.  *nods for emphasis*  I'se -nevah- got money... *puts her hands in her pockets*  Nope, nope, nope...
How'd you find 'da place?	*crosses arms* What is this, an interrogation booth? Heavens...I jus' did, okay?  Walkin' down the street...*looks around the room* yeah.  Interrogation booth.  Got 'cha.
You drink, smoke, gamble...	*smiles* Oh yeah.
Related tah any'bady we'd know?	Nah, yah wouldn't know 'em...*frowns*  I sure hope yah don't hafta go through that...
Who's yah best friend?	*shrugs* I'll get back tah yah on that one.
Got any woyds tah live by?	If yah can't beat 'em, run like hell.