Christmas II is a lanky, whip-thin young Latina who bears an undeniable resemblance to Christmas the elder: leggy as hell, dusky skin with hard eyes on a soft face. She's the eldest daughter of a settled-down road warrior who got out alive, unmaimed boasting an impressive (and likely inflated) road rep.

Christmas wears the roadbeaten leathers favoured in her trade under an old ass Vera Wang gown somebody cut up and refashioned into a gaudy, quilted coat. She drives a stripped down muscle car, with exposed guts and a chassis decked out in corrugated metal and dayglo calacas. A worn light machine-gun hangs from its rear window and a candy-coloured mural occupies the hood, depicting a ghost on the highway.