Blake

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.