"I never knew my sire," she says mildly. "It was tradition in my clan for women to raise their children themselves, and send the men on their way on the road."

Which is why she doesn't know for sure where her half-brothers might be. As soon as they came of age, they left, too. "I don't know. Maybe we missed something, there. Some men are kind, even in my world. But when I was young, before I was stolen from home, there were maybe twenty children and twice that many grown women."

Privately, she thinks 'Hazzard' is a very Wasteland-like name for a town. She approves. Might even plagiarize that for a vehicle name, if she remembers later.