Dusty continued her march through the wastes, keeping her eyes peeled for anything that she could scavenge from. A town, destroyed caravan, dead bodies. Anything. 

The padded helmet and googles around her head making her feel even warmer, but Dusty knew that the sun would be too much for her eyes. Her tongue felt heavy and sticky in her mouth, she tried swallowing a few times in a weak attempt to rehydrate her throat. But it was easy to resist the urge to drink her precious water away, what was difficult to ignore were her other urges. 

Even though the sound was nearly impossible to hear, Dusty could hear it. She swore she could hear it. 

Deep in the pocket of her backpack. Rattling around. A bottle of pills. Down to her last few doses. She knew that they would get rid of her grogginess and the dull pounding in her head, but she had promised herself to wait until she secured her next stash. 

But damn it was tempting. It was right there. 

Dusty's hands twitched as she slowly reached back to pull off her bag. She could take just one more. 

But then she heard a noise, like static and beeping. Dusty stopped suddenly, keeping as still as possible. She didn't want to make any noise and alert whatever it was of her presence. It could be armed, and if it was she needed to use the element of surprise.  Dusty remained silent, as the sound got louder. Suddenly an Eye-Bot rounded the corner, floating from building to ruined building. She watched the bot very closely. It didn't seem particularly threatening, but she had made that mistake before. 

The muddled browns of her armor made it easy for her to blend in with the surrounding wastes, wearing blue out were didn't seem like a wise choice even for a robot. 

"Oh fuck it." Dusty muttered. "What's the worst that can happen?"

The ex-Raider strolled up to the bot in an almost casual way, looking it over for any identifying markings. She tapped on it a few times. 

"Yo? Anyone in there?"