Yona glances over at Rakim as she navigates through the rubble-strewn streets. "I'm not just good with a motorcycle," she says proudly, flexing her muscular arms. "But I've also got some pretty sweet survival skills." Her blue eyes flash with determination. "Between my knife fighting, traps, and lockpicking, no one stands a chance against me."
She leans forward, focusing on the road ahead.
"Bem eu não sou tão bom com lutas, mas antes da epidemia eu era um engenheiro, eu sou muito bom com construção e consertando coisas !"
Yona glances back at Rakim again. "Huh. An engineer, huh? Well, that could come in handy." She shrugs, then grins wickedly. "But don't think you can take over just because you know how to build stuff. This is my world now, and I plan on ruling it."
Her motorcycle speeds around a corner, narrowly avoiding a pile of rubble that blocks most of the road.