[@Azazaa]

Sky stopped briefly to look at her Pip-Boy as the Courser addressed them.

"Zack's right, he's a HK type. Seems like he's more of a killer than a retriever. Looks like he scored higher than most other Courser's do for smarts too. The Institute usually likes their units as compliant and unquestioning as possible."

Turning back to the device, Zack rotated the contraption around to face him and began to contemplate his own move, turning away from X8-11. "Probably just curious then, otherwise we'd have a lot more Courser's knocking at our door." He smiled slightly as he clicked, moving a pawn a single space forward before turning the screen back towards Sky. "Things must be incredibly dull since the Institute fell for you to have come here following a radio broadcast."

[@AccursedBiscuit]

It was at that moment that Joe appeared in the doorway behind the Synth, asking about pay. Zack turned to look the man up and down before looking over to Sky who, without taking her eyes off the screen, just shrugged.

"Merc, probably." She said. "Definitely human, even you should be able to tell."

Zack nodded before turning to the newcomer. "You can keep whatever you find." He answered calmly, "And you won't find a better deal than that. I can almost guarantee you that you'll be the only one selling what you find by the time we get back. Otherwise, we have no idea what kind of currency they'll be using there. I suppose we can agree on a base cap fee though if you want some sort of financial security. Shin-mu, what do you suggest?"

The slender oriental woman remained silent for a moment before responding, still looking out over the ocean. "We will be willing to pay 10,000 caps, half now and half upon return, otherwise we will be willing to pay a minimum of a single gold bar upon return. The choice is theirs. Ammunition will be provided upon request but apparel and armor is their responsibility."

Zack nodded. "Sound good?"

[@Darcs]

As Dali approached, the red-haired woman kept her sights trained on the girl and her robot. At first she switched between the two before settling on the hovering, white robot. She remained like that for several moments before lowering the weapon.

"It'll do." The woman stated, curtly. Her voice was surprisingly feminine despite her imposing appearance, but she also somehow sounded upset, as if she were constantly disappointed. "Consider yourself lucky to have that robot though. If it were powered by a fusion core it'd just be another hunk of metal. Head up to the house, they'll fill you in."