The Durants

Through the throng of people, a woman comes marching out with such explosive strides that it looks as though she’s just left a fight to look for a new one. Her black, curly hair looks ready to spring free of its bun, her make up is minimal, and her dress lacks the intricacy of many of the other Durant outfits, despite the purple sash that struggles with the speed she’s walking at. A comparatively pleasant, pristine blond woman with a far more retro style and no sash follows her. The Durant marches up to the stranger, stops dead, and looks them up and down. The Smith is looking for weapons.