[The first thing she thinks is oh fuck not again, but there's no weird tv screens with faces attached to them this time, just a fuckton of crows, enough tech to make the Brotherhood of Steel have a coronary, and an outfit that's like nothing she's ever seen before. At least she's got her gun, she has a feeling it might come in handy, because even without the bullets she could at least butt a guy with one. She's just wandering what she hopes is a hallway that goes somewhere with food that she hopes is edible.]
This place have a casino?
[Oh, yeah. That too.]
Pitching a tent - In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Is the air tryin' to kill us?
[Sure feels like it. It's almost like the air inside a Vault, stale and sharp and burning like nothing else. Makes you dizzy if you stick around too long, so she's always tried not to. But there's no real option to just stay put out here, not when there's exploring to do and trouble to get into, so she'll settle on just trying to pitch a tent without keeling over.]
Don't see why we can't just throw this tent off a cliff and use somethin' else.
[What she's gonna make it out of, she doesn't know, but after getting poked in the face by a crossbar one too many times, she's definitely considering her options. One of the crows seems to be eyeballing her with great interest, and she don't take too kindly to that.]
Keep lookin' and I'll turn you into dinner. Bird pie, comin' right up.
[It doesn't seem very impressed.]
Insect Hell - All The Cops Have Wooden Legs
[It turns out tryin' to shoot tiny stinging insects with a pistol the size of nothing useful isn't as easy as it looks, and she keeps shooting wide and more or less making a miniature light show enough to attract a cat.]
Fuckin' wasps.
[Yeah, she ain't too eloquent right now, but if it'll stop her from getting stung another dozen times, she'll keep shooting at more or less nothing. Might wanna help her out, though, before she attracts something bigger with all her fussing.]
The Courier/Surely McGuire
[The first thing she thinks is oh fuck not again, but there's no weird tv screens with faces attached to them this time, just a fuckton of crows, enough tech to make the Brotherhood of Steel have a coronary, and an outfit that's like nothing she's ever seen before. At least she's got her gun, she has a feeling it might come in handy, because even without the bullets she could at least butt a guy with one. She's just wandering what she hopes is a hallway that goes somewhere with food that she hopes is edible.]
This place have a casino?
[Oh, yeah. That too.]
Pitching a tent - In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
Is the air tryin' to kill us?
[Sure feels like it. It's almost like the air inside a Vault, stale and sharp and burning like nothing else. Makes you dizzy if you stick around too long, so she's always tried not to. But there's no real option to just stay put out here, not when there's exploring to do and trouble to get into, so she'll settle on just trying to pitch a tent without keeling over.]
Don't see why we can't just throw this tent off a cliff and use somethin' else.
[What she's gonna make it out of, she doesn't know, but after getting poked in the face by a crossbar one too many times, she's definitely considering her options. One of the crows seems to be eyeballing her with great interest, and she don't take too kindly to that.]
Keep lookin' and I'll turn you into dinner. Bird pie, comin' right up.
[It doesn't seem very impressed.]
Insect Hell - All The Cops Have Wooden Legs
[It turns out tryin' to shoot tiny stinging insects with a pistol the size of nothing useful isn't as easy as it looks, and she keeps shooting wide and more or less making a miniature light show enough to attract a cat.]
Fuckin' wasps.
[Yeah, she ain't too eloquent right now, but if it'll stop her from getting stung another dozen times, she'll keep shooting at more or less nothing. Might wanna help her out, though, before she attracts something bigger with all her fussing.]