Edward closes her eyes lying on a bar counter with a thin, white cigarette lit in her left hand. "Bartender! Whiskey!"
"I am usually cheerful, I do not express my feelings, that is what my drinking is for. Making people feel better and protecting the innocent and sometimes the enemy. I have an anger problem, but it is something I wish to take care for myself."
"I only carry a satchel. It is made of cloth by this taylor who was practicing his "tayloring" and made it by mistake. This satchel only carries: My special cigarettes and jolly ranchers. I like the red ones and green ones."
"My history is simple. I was born, I was left to be eaten by wolves. I had no family. Just Me, Myself and No One Else. I grew up and now I drink, I smoke, and deal with my human problems. Easy, simple, to the point." Edward smiles and walks away with a lit cigarette in her left hand.