Blood drying under her fingernails

The night fog dissipates as a silver beam shoots through it. Grimy fingers of one hand grip the steering wheel. The other hand pulls out a cigarette from the glove compartment. She frowns at the blood drying under her fingernails. Somewhere far behind a life slips away, draining into musty sewers. She recalls his dying words, but regret doesn't touch her face.

She is danger... and she rides a Mercury.