[center][i]~"As I laid there, buried beneath the wreckage of old world dreams, I listened, staring into the cracked ceiling until the last voice stopped screaming, and I was slowly consumed by silence"~[/i][/center]

Amelia had been getting bored, watching this guy in the armor sit and do nothing. Honestly she hadn't even known if this was the guy she was supposed to meet but considering his gear she wasn't going to chance a confrontation. No, that would be unwise and she'd most definitely lose that engagement. The best course of action would be to wait him out, see what he does and who he speaks with. Worst case scenario she could just sneak up on him and cut something important, if she couldn't just slip out the same way she entered of course. But before any of that it seemed someone new had arrived, pointing a gun at the man in an armor and asking him if he worked for Mr V. She raised her eyebrow, watching the exchange curiously and even more so as more people arrived with similar questions. It was clear these were the people she was supposed to meet, but she decided not to make her presence known just yet. After all just because they were the right people, didn't mean they were the sort she'd run with. Though when the man in power armor announced the contract sum she couldn't help but give a casual smile from under her helmet. That amount of caps would have her living comfortably for a while, and some time off was certainly a welcome thought. "Sounds good to me~" she spoke in a soft and calm tone, the small hexagons of her stealth suit revealing her form as she deactivated the stealth field. 

She sat in a chair in the corner with her feet up on a table which seemed to be missing a leg, arms crossed casually as if she really wasn't bothered about anything going on in that present moment. She swung her legs down to the floor, pulling herself forwards to the edge of the seat before she reached up for her helmet, pulling it over her head before running a gloved hand through her hair to make it look at least a little presentable. She smiled, placing the helmet between her legs onto the seat before laying her elbows on it so she could rest her head in her hands. "So where exactly do we start, and not to be rude, but we don't exactly look like your every day caravaners" she spoke, her eyes fixated on the power armored man as she awaited the answer to her question.