(OOC: sorry for being ridiculously late, if you wanna ignore this, feel free!)
[He looks familiar. You know, despite pretty damn sure she hasn't seen anybody who looked like him before. Maybe once in New Reno? But not something that'd stick out, so if she did, it got lost in the booze on the way out. But it's that hat, looks just like one she'd scavenged off... probably a merc, a raider or both, and the arm, that's got all kinds of gears in it, like something out of Old Vegas, less shiny and chrome but metal and working and that's just about good enough.
So, he'll find himself faced with a girl wearing a red beret that's done absolutely nothing to help those wire curls from going all over the place, striding up to him without skipping a beat. If he looks close enough, or hell, got a robot eye that does the looking for him, she's got scars on her forehead, two of 'em, something like a burn. She's wearing the plaid she came here with on, and there's a flag with a two headed bear on it stitched into her bag. Says New California Republic on it, 'cept with all raised letters.]
Coulda sworn I had some packs lurking at the bottom of this thing. [Rummaging goes here. Turns up empty not much longer.] The whole place's been cleaned out! Crap. [Now she looks a bit sheepish.] Sorry 'bout that. I've got... used to have way more stuff, where the hell'd it go? [Focus, Surely, focus.] Uh, got some magazines, I guess? Could light a fire with that, right?
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[He looks familiar. You know, despite pretty damn sure she hasn't seen anybody who looked like him before. Maybe once in New Reno? But not something that'd stick out, so if she did, it got lost in the booze on the way out. But it's that hat, looks just like one she'd scavenged off... probably a merc, a raider or both, and the arm, that's got all kinds of gears in it, like something out of Old Vegas, less shiny and chrome but metal and working and that's just about good enough.
So, he'll find himself faced with a girl wearing a red beret that's done absolutely nothing to help those wire curls from going all over the place, striding up to him without skipping a beat. If he looks close enough, or hell, got a robot eye that does the looking for him, she's got scars on her forehead, two of 'em, something like a burn. She's wearing the plaid she came here with on, and there's a flag with a two headed bear on it stitched into her bag. Says New California Republic on it, 'cept with all raised letters.]
Coulda sworn I had some packs lurking at the bottom of this thing. [Rummaging goes here. Turns up empty not much longer.] The whole place's been cleaned out! Crap. [Now she looks a bit sheepish.] Sorry 'bout that. I've got... used to have way more stuff, where the hell'd it go? [Focus, Surely, focus.] Uh, got some magazines, I guess? Could light a fire with that, right?