Meet Mabel. She's the last person you'd want to meet.
Her style is definitely locked in the early eighties, what with her hair up in a Pompadour poof. Below her padded shoulder jacket, Mabel's pencil skirt stretches at its seams like an overstuffed sack of potatoes. She isn't pretty, though no one would dare tell her that to her face.
Mabel's temper is on a hair-trigger. Differences of opinion often go her way after starting an impromptu shouting match. When that fails her (and it rarely does) she relies on the sort of persuasion that comes from shoving her pocket .357 into people's faces.
For Mabel, fear is an effective employee relations tool.