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Boss let out a brief chuckle as he pocketed the handful of caps, not even bothering to count the meager sum. "Try livien with the guy." he said as they made their way into the shack sized control room. The room was somewhat small, standing at about seven feet tall there was enough room for about three people of average height to lay on the floor if need be-that was if you threw the large "only slight torn up" leather chair out onto the decks; Cat jokingly referred to this as [i]her Captains Chair[/i]. Aside from the chair they drug into the room there wasn't much else to see aside from a pile of food and water stacked neatly in the corner: unfortunately like most things from back home the room was covered in the inescapable old world filth that seemed to plague any structure from Boss's home.

Despite spending most of her time in the trashy room the women known as Cat still sported a rather genuine smile; a look that went rather nicely with her golden blonde hair and sharp facial features. Like usual her eyes were hidden behind the large Aviator sunglasses she always seemed to sport, the dark black reflective surfaces causing Carson to look at his own face as she stared him down. Unlike Ted though she kept smiling, giving Boss a nod as the pair entered the room. Boss immediately noticed she was clutching that book in her right hand that she was always reading, the half scorched old world paper back that she called [i]War and Pieces[/i] or something. No matter how much ribbing Boss gave her she always seemed to read and reread that damn book. 

"Howdy." Cat said while giving the dark black cowboy hat on her head a slight pull with her left hand in a friendly gesture. Where she had come up with a cowboy hat in the short time Boss was gone was completely beyond him-probably a passing trader no doubt. He had to admit she pulled the look off though; the well worn hat, glasses, and army fatigues giving her the heir of a woman that knew her way around the wasteland despite her gentle features. And as Boss had seen in the last four months she damn well could.

"As you can see there isn't much to look at. Got the main controls and the ships wheel." Cat gestured at the chest high control console in front of her that faced the front of the ship, a large sturdy looking ships wheel likewise centered in between the various controls. "And then there is the radio." She pointed to the rather sturdy if somewhat dirty looking contraption that resembled a large metallic tower with a built in computer panel; various wires and cords lead to a small hole in the cabins ceiling that snaked up into a large antennae on the roof. "We haven't had any luck with it though. Old Pete swore he almost had it fixed..." Her voice trailed off.

"Yeah, poor Old Pete..." Boss picked up, as if finishing some horrific unspoken story. Cat was quick to chime back in though before the mood got any darker.

"Feel free to try your hand at it though. Names Cat by the way." Putting her book in the nook of her arm she then extended her hand towards Carson, determined to crush his hand in a handshake.