"Yeah. Or it was before all the people split. I kind of got stranded here when the bottom fell through. I'm Norwyn, by the way, Norwyn Rosset. And you...?"
"Oh, sorry. I'm Elspeth... Ellie to my friends."
"Ellie," he repeated, gawking at her bike. "Listen, can you... can you take a passenger on that thing? I'd really like to get out of this place."
"Don't know. I only just built it, and I haven't tried anything like that."
"You built it?"
"Sure. Used to be a mechanical engineer."
He bent for a closer look. "What's it run on? The vultures that fled this burg didn't leave any gas behind when they cleared out. I've checked."
"It's a miniature double-action steamer. All I need is a cup of water and a few chunks of charcoal for a day's ride."
"And you're... what? Sightseeing?"
She laughed. "In a way. After I heard that Los Angeles declared itself sovereign and started printing its own money, I figured there might be some other--."
"Wait. What? LA's printing money?"
"Believe it or not, yeah." She unbuckled the bike's saddlebag. "Hold on, I've got a few Angels here."
"Seriously. They call their money Angels?"
She nodded, and handed him a twenty.
"You're kidding! Orson Wells?"
"Look closer. He's identified there as Charles Foster Kane. They figured it was fictional money, so they went with characters, rather than the actors that played them."
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