ARLEN: How much further to your flyer?
[Blake gestures her on with a wave of his gun; after a few paces, she stops again]
ARELN: I can't walk any further.
BLAKE: Yes, you can.
ARLEN: Why don't you just kill me?
BLAKE: I told you. You're worth more alive.
[Arlen whirls, swinging the stick she is using as a cane at Blake. He sidesteps, and she falls and gives a yelp of pain]
BLAKE: Get up, girl.
ARLEN: Arlen. My name is Arlen.
BLAKE: That's the name they're paying for.
ARLEN: That's right. I made them pay for it. So use it, scum.
BLAKE: Blake. My name is Roj Blake.
