One of those currently using the locale for its overabundance of bars, Rain was nursing a drink in the darkest corner she could manage. Sure, the world was a great place to hang out after the NCR/Legion war... but it was almost too peaceful after the hell of digging through an apocalyptic Mojave. All of which aside, there was one thing particularly weighing on her conscience: the teleporter affected her alone, and didn't give interdimensional radio reception.

So she was left drinking alone, without her steady robot companion... or a radio station she was long accustomed to. And the bartender wouldnt accept payment in bottlecaps, the jerk.