Agatha looked the overseer straight in the eyes as she reached into the box and pulled out the best condition PIPboy she could find. Which still was worse for ware. "And what about equipment? I think we could do with more than just some clunky computers on our wrists." She growled slightly, glaring at the man from the other side of the table. "We don't know what's out there, we could do with extra things." 

Her tone had suddenly shifted to one of vulnerability, she had been selected for a task she didn't want to do. And if she denied an order from the overseer she would probably be trailed and thrown out anyway. If she was to leave she wanted the best chance to survive.