Ellen Park, the Lone Wanderer

She mentally draws crosshairs on the forehead of every piece of scum she lays eyes on. Yeah, life in the wasteland is hard, she can only imagine, but taking slaves is a capital offense in her book. (To be fair, so's letting your weapon rust or wearing Malibu Barbie pink over grossly fake tits. Fiona's book is not that discriminatory.)

She also keeps an eye out for that transmitter, and the kids. Nothing so far, so she makes her way deeper into the warren, idly thumbing the mic at her throat.

"Did you hear all that?"