Her name is Neona Jaxx and she sits on a concrete block she found lying on 
the shoulder of the road. From time to time, she scuffs one of her florescent 
pink Reebok Sprinters against the ground in hopes of preventing any 
creepy-crawlers from climbing up her legs. The mere idea gives her shivers, and 
briefly distracts her from the flat rectangular presence in the bag she holds 
cradled in her lap, though never for very long.