Yeah I did a tinge of pride colouring her voice I needed something to do when I was not fixing things only an infant could break. You know, security had to stop me making them for others
"Boy oh boy. You think you can make me one of those? I mean, we don't have the same stuff you guys would have down in the vault, but you think you could do it with what we got here?" A cursory glance would show you that you would not, in fact, be able to make a quality laser pistol. You could, however, make a low quality knock off that might explode after the fifth use. Might fetch a good price, to the uninitiated.
Be a sociopath. Continue working.
Alamo and you get along quite well. He nods in the direction of a tool, and you pass it. You set up a connection, and Alamo proofs it. All going on without a word passing by.
Oh shit, not the waterworks.
Gaze shifted somewhat uncomfortably in his seat, and shot Francis a surreptitious glance with a helpless 'can't you fix this?' kind of expression.
"Aw--" He began, then stopped himself. He decided to just pretend not to notice Janice's distress- an apology would most likely just piss the girl off. He settled back in his chair instead, casting an idle glance around the room before returning his attention to Francis.
Francis frowns, glancing back at Gaze for a moment, before turning to Janice.
"I know the situation seems... bleak, to put it lightly, but believe me, we will bring those 'clerics' or whatever it is they call themselves down. Believe me when I say that. I mean, hell, I knew so many of the victims just from my work... And seeing them hit me pretty hard. If I'd seen my parents' bodies there, I don't know what I'd've done. I've just been trying to avoid thinking about that...
Erm... Anyways... we will bring those responsible down. Just remember that, alright?"
[2+1+2+2=7] Janice comes back feistier than ever. "Yeah, totally. We'll get those guys with their shit ton of guns and soldiers, with their ruthlessness and skill. We'll do what 1000 people couldn't do! Why not, anything's possible. Hell, just let me do it myself. Should be easy fucking peasy!" With that, Janice storms off and out of the Rink.
"Should we... go after her?" Hobbes pipes up weakly.
"AC? Air conditioning? They still have that in this?" She waves at the wasteland.
"No, no. The AC is Arsenal City. That's the city east of here. Big battleground crawling with zealots and raiders. A treasure trove of pre-war tech. The 313. You know, the AC. If you're going to do anything significant around here, you're probably headed that way.""Vodka, I think I heard about that in an old record. That and whatever you've got with meat in it.
Sorry, long day."
"Vodka it is. Here, try this." She gets a bottle of vodka and a bottle of nuka-cola and mixes it together in a glass.
"You're not gonna want to drink vodka straight on your first go," she says, sliding the glass over to you.
"So, what's a cop like you doing in a crimeless place like Ghost Town?" she says, leaning onto the bar.
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