Yeah, her eyes had glazed over the second the titles came out. Or it might be the liquor. Who knew?

Either way, with introductions underway, she languidly lifted a finger to point towards herself. "Scrapper-142. Or, I guess I was a Scrapper. Not sure what I am now." She shrugs. "Still answer to it, so. It's what I've got."

More specifically, what she's offering up. No titles, no rank, none of those trappings that didn't matter anymore, anyway. Once you're the last of something, it doesn't really exist outside of you. This place doesn't need a Valkyrie.

But it might have use for a Scrapper.