Tall Mute Goblin Lady
After linking up with the scrapper's caravan and making a decent amount of credit to get by for the month, Rayne's intention had been to park herself below the cover of some of the larger ruins on Jakku and simply relax. Unfortunately it seemed that the universe had other plans, as she came across the wreckage of a speeder, pretty fresh at that. A woman was within, still alive albeit very unconscious. She had suffered an injury to her forehead and several lacerations on her forearms, but appeared to be in stable condition otherwise.
So, with her height leverage and some elbow grease, Rayne hoisted the stranger onto her back and carried them up the ladder into their walker, where she'd bandage them up and lay them down in her own bed. Of course, she had to move her ridiculous amount of plushies out of the way, amounts that you would typically expect of a child's playroom rather than the home of a scrapper. One of her many addictions that had run rampant with financial independence.
She hadn't bothered to get into her jumpsuit today, as she wasn't going into any downed star destroyers today. The young woman was in what was essentially her pajamas, standing at the kitchen counter she had installed into the van-cabin of her walker preparing some hot chocolate. The desert night was rather frigid after all.
As Rayne turned off the stove and put the lid over the pot, she heard movement. The woman she had found was beginning to stir, which was good. The young scrapper was afraid that the stranger had slipped into an a coma or something like that. She made her way back to the side of the bed as the woman came to her senses, giving them a warm smile and a simple half-wave.
