Dusty laughed, a nearly maniacal sound, as the thug continued to plea. She slowly stood up, her Knuckle Dusters slick with blood. One left, and then she could go on a date. Nice. He almost looked pathetic, shame that he would soon just be another faceless corpse in the wasteland. 

But then Dusty heard a gunshot, and saw the gun that caused said sound. Dusty wasn't too concerned. She knew if she was hearing the noise it meant the bullet hadn't killed her, and nothing was hurting so she was all good. 

But then the raider noticed where the gun was pointing, and she looked back to see the mangled remains of Corinne. 

"Well...fuck..." Dusty grumbled. 

She then turned back to her remaining issue, and the gun now directed at her. Even if he was bluffing about there being a bullet left, she didn't really care. Dusty shrugged and began riffling through the pockets of Corinne and the other thugs. She spoke without looking up at the thug. 

"Well, looks like you got what you came for, and I just lost a lunch date." 

Dusty pulled a few caps out of one of the dead thugs, looking up at the thug. 

"Wadya say? Wanna grab a drink? I got nothing else to do today."

Except for gathering leads, which she had seemingly forgotten about.