"It's a rip-off." She's a pretty little thing, dark curly hair all wild around her face and arms full of bangles. She sweeps her hair out of her face with both hands and grins. "You want your fortune told, I'll do it."
"You're sweet." Missouri smiles. "What's your name?"
"Star." There's an echo of history under the word.
"I don't take favors from vampires, Star."
Fear flashes across her face and she jerks, her sparkly skirt swirling. "I'm not -- that. I'm not."
It's a con, it must be, but her thoughts are sincere.
"Tell me everything, sweetheart."