Sam opened her eyes regretfully from the comfortable bed she had rented from the tavern much earlier this morning. Normally the expenditure of some of her precious caps would have gone against near everything that Sam believed in, but the trek from South Carolina to Florida had been difficult. She had traveled nearly 300 miles to get here at the crossroads of the I-10 and I-75, sneaking past raiders, bands of feral ghouls, and even in one particularly terrifying encounter a deathclaw. Her boots had become worn down to the point she could feel every piece of the uneven landscape beneath her feet. So when she had finally entered the settlement of New Hope the first thing she did was scarf down some food at the bar of Pandora's Tears and buy a bed to immediately fall asleep in. She glanced out the window as she adjusted her clothing and the contents of her various pockets. It seemed that she had rested through the majority of the day as the sun was starting its descent back into night. Her muscles still ached with her forced march down, so she took a few long gulps of the purified water in her water-skin. It didn't matter too much to Sam what time it was now. She was finally here, her building excitement took the edge off of her complaining muscles, if there was any way to find out more about what had happened here in Florida, where the best scavenge was, and possibly even some word about where her parents may have gone, this would be the place to find it. 

There seemed to be quite a crowd downstairs so she stretched her arms up until she felt several distinct pops along her spinal cord. She grabbed her back and went downstairs to the rest of the the tavern. As she headed down the stairs made of several piece of scrap collected over time the first thing she noticed was the glowing ghoul wrapped in chains around someones back. She stopped halfway down the staircase, turned around and went right back upstairs, then turned around once again to the same point. Eyes still wide with disbelief she pulled back one of her thick sleeves and pinched her arm. It seemed that she was not dreaming at all. Even stranger, she noticed a super mutant carrying a barrel of wine also standing by the radioactive creature and the crazy man holding it. Apparently things were done much differently here in what remained of Florida than she was used to. 

She sat down at a table she hoped was far enough away from the creature to avoid absorbing some of the deadly radiation the creature was putting out and signaled the man at the counter to bring her a drink and food whenever he had a free moment. Sam was not particularly picky about what it was she given so long as it was edible. While she guzzled down her meal she examined some of the other patrons in the tavern. While it seemed clear that the mutant group was by far the loudest there were quite a few others. A man offering medical attention entered, Sam went over a mental checklist in her mind and decided than none of her various scrapes and bruises really warranted a doctor's fees. There was a a younger man in the bar as well, somewhere around her own age from the look of it. He had a similar bearing to her own and equipment that made her think that he might be a fellow scavenger looking to make his fortune in the wilds of Florida. As she watched the bar and cleaned her plate for that morsel of food and nutrition, a woman entered followed by an eyebot. While certainly a valuable piece of tech, the only other working one she had seen had been with the Enclave during their last shoot out. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, though the other woman portrayed no intent to harm anyone. 

The woman shared a familiar nod with the barkeep and then took the stage offering to take them on expedition. Sam raised her eyebrows in mild surprise, it seemed like the perfect opportunity to delve deeper into Florida where she would have better opportunity to find untouched tech. In addition traveling with a larger group of people might be the safer option. Florida was not known for its safety after all. The crazed man carrying the radioactive ghoul started ranting about abominations and hunting, but Sam ignored him. She rose up from her chair and approached Victoria Rose. 

[color=8882be]"Name's Sam. If you need help with fortification and repair, I am can do that. What is in it for the volunteers though? This is obviously a high risk mission given its hostile location and previous failures so it would make sense that the reward would be high."[/color]