Rather than being intimidated by the power fist as Rain had been expecting, since the girl herself was unarmed and this obviously wasn't the same type of post-apocalyptic world she'd just left, she was... excited over it? Definitely excited, and for some strange reason she even knew what the fist [i]was[/i], which was perplexing: two other people alive had even been to Big Mountain, and neither of them would've had the Toaster heat the weapon.

"Er, yes, it is. How did you know that?" the white-haired girl wondered, stretching out her left hand and, once the appendages matched, shaking it. She also took one of the available seats before giving her name, "Rain, Courier with the Mojave Express. Or at least, I was before coming here... when they had work for me, at least."

"And... no, no dog," she added, turning to the short cowboy, "I got the coat from the Divide. You don't want to go there."