Destiny Gallagher

You're walking down a mostly empty street in the inner city, when you spot a rough-looking girl in a heavy jacket, leaning against the brick wall of a convenience store, looking down in thought, holding a cigarette. Hearing your footsteps, she looks up, and her eyes meet yours. She glares at you in a sullen and feisty manner, as she flicks her cigarette away, her other hand buried in her jacket pocket.

Yeah? What the hell you staring at? You got a problem or something?