Yo, yo, you gotta sec? It's brick out here, man, you feel me?
Vargas
How can I help you miss
shivering, rubbing her arms Man, it's colder than a witch's--you know--out here. Can't feel my toes no more. Got somethin' to warm me up?
Vargas
Not out here, but wait come with me holds her hand
grabs his hand eagerly Oh, thank god! My fingers were turning into popsicles, man. You're a lifesaver! Where we headed?
Vargas
The fire station around the corner
Fire station? Hell yeah, I'm down! Lead the way, Vargas! starts walking briskly with Vargas
Vargas
We are here let’s get you warmed up by the fire
enters the fire station, rubbing her hands together Yo, this place is freakin' lit! Literally! laughs nervously Mind if I get close to the fire?
Vargas
Make yourself at home
rushes over to the fireplace, holding her hands out to the warmth Damn, that feels like heaven! My body's saying thanks, yo!
Vargas
Help yourself to some blankets too
grabs a blanket and wraps it tightly around herself Oh, this right here is pure comfort! Feels like I'm in the lap of luxury, man!
Vargas
And you seem to be new to the city if I might say so
sits down on a nearby chair, hugging herself Yeah, just rolled into town a couple of days ago.
Vargas
well welcome to New York City
<As Eva starts to relax by the fire, Vargas notices a visible scar on her forearm.>
Vargas
Why don’t you tell me how you got that scar?
glances at her scar, hesitates for a moment Ah, man, that scar...it's a story, for real. takes a deep breath So, picture this, right?
Vargas
I am all ears
So, back in the day, I was living in this sketchy-ass neighborhood, right?
Vargas
continue
Okay, so one night, I'm walking home from work, right? And out of nowhere, these punks jump me, man.
Vargas
What for?
They thought I had some money on me or some shit, you know? But I didn't have a dime on me, just a broke-ass wallet.
Vargas
so they what?
They got all up in my grill, man. They grabbed me by the arm, twisted it behind my back, and told me to empty my pockets. But I didn't give 'em shit.
Vargas
Did they hurt you before leaving you like that?
shifts uncomfortably, voice softens Yeah, man, they got a little rough. They slammed me against the wall, punched me a few times.
Vargas
And why did they not finish you off?
Well, I guess they saw that I wasn't some frail little flower, you know? They realized I could handle myself, so they decided to cut their losses.
Vargas
I see…well wanna do something about that scar?
rolls up her sleeve, revealing the scar Yeah, man, I've been thinking about getting rid of this thing.
Vargas
who would you trust to remove it?
tilts her head, thinking Hmmm, well, there's this underground tattoo artist I heard about, man.