"Jesus fuck-" Fred began, startled by this jet-head looking person. He turned to look at her, sizing her up and trying to keep a face of disgust off of him. Grunting he looked to the area behind her to see if anyone was there. Quickly he would spin around to see if anyone was there, and send a few shot from his recharger pistol to check if there were the reflections and shimmering of a stealth boy if there wasn't. If it appeared he was more or less safe, he would turn back to her. 

"Yeah, what for?" he would ask. He wondered what she could ask of him. He was not a hero, but it was very easy to guilt him into fighting to save a slave or something of the sort. He considered giving her some of his mentats, but he decided that the benefits of five minutes of nice breath would be outweighed by increased drug dependency on her side. "And who?" he added quickly. He was relieved he did not have to go with his alternate plan. The likelihood he would have died was high to say the least, even though it would be entertaining.