Lara grew tired of the store, and left. It's going to get dark soon and she hated the nights of the Wasteland, so she thought about renting a room. It would be good, sleeping there without paying would give her a criminal status, which she'd prefer to avoid. She could go the Saloon, a drink would be good as well. She readjusted her bag on her shoulder and made her way to Moriarty's Saloon. As she made her way there she eyed two newcomers; a female, possibly ghoul and a man who was ragged, but in a well traveled way. 

She pushed the door of the Saloon open and stepped into the dank, warm air of the Saloon. The metal walls trapped the heat of the Wasteland's sun, making the Saloon uncomfortably sticky. 'Disgusting little place, too damn warm' Lara thought to herself. There was no one behind the counter, so she left a handful of bottlecaps on the table and made her way upstairs. There were 3 bedrooms that seemed empty, so she chose one with a large desk but smaller bed. The room was dirty, with a layer of grime covering even the pillow on the bed. 

Lara began to organise her vials; placing them neatly on the desk and placing a large notebook on the table beside them. She had 3 new vials that needed testing, but she doubted these people would do it for free. Maybe... paid testing. Would that work? She'd have to go about it subtlety, though her appearance wouldn't help her cause.