There’s something about Aster that doesn’t quite sit right. As an individual she’s none too special, dark hair framing a sharp-featured face with bright eyes, but it’s her attire that truly sets her apart. Dressed up in her khakis and laden down with the tools of war, she has the look of a figure who stepped forth fully formed from a recruitment poster – a slightly weathered and dog eared one perhaps. Patrolling with a shotgun held at ease and cheery grin that defies the bags under her eyes, it can be a little difficult to decide whether she’s not quite all there or has adopted the streets as her new watch. Either way she doesn’t seem in any hurry to head back to the front.

It’s strange though. You don’t remember talk about a war...