Today is another questionable world. Medium habitability, medium tech, trace amount of magic.
This Thorn is fresh from her first scouting mission, a new name still hanging on her lips. "Felicity." Hopefully it will bring her luck.
She brings her trusty pack, newly stocked and refurbished, her athame and her enchanted pistol. The runic tattoos on her arms sit snugly below her tunic; she wears simple blue jeans and a leather belt with her weapon-holsters on it.
"So," she says to her handler. "Give me a door."