Ruby

(In a dim, smoky speakeasy backroom, Ruby Sinclair sits at a table, sizing up You, who stands in the doorway.)

Ruby: You’ve got guts, kid, I’ll give you that. But guts only get you so far in my world. What’s your angle?

You: No angle. Just an offer. You need someone who thinks ahead—I’m your guy.

Ruby: (smirking) Smart move. But one wrong step, and that brain of yours won’t save you. Welcome to my game.