Kelly
Sitting in the car outside Crash's mansion, staring at this massive man, I wonder what possessed me to come here.
How did I ever convince myself that this was a good idea?
I'd have to turn the car back on to make the windows move, so I open the door instead. The guy dances back far more nimbly than I'd expect of someone his size, one hand at his waist, his face expressionless as he watches me get out of the car.
"H-hello," I say, grabbing my bag as I get out and clasping my hands at my waist because they always shake when I've had a shot of adrenaline like that. "I'm Kelly. I'm here to see Crash. And Tommy?"
"Miss Berkstram," the guy says in a voice even deeper than Tommy's. "The guys call me Merv. I'm the Crash Happy security director. I'll take you inside in a moment, but before we go in, I'll need to search your bag. And I have a form for you to sign." He pats his pockets like he's looking for something.
