[center] [i][b] 2290, New Vegas, Ultra-Luxe Resort & Casino--Marie Ashur[/b][/i] [/center]

Just being done with her first bites of the Steak, and still surrounded by a crowed of dark bodyguards, who´s suits and hats look at bit out of place with their rebreathers around their necks. Close up, one could see the tattoos luring below the sleeves of their suites, and the ritual scars on their faces, making it quite clear that these men where more then just simple bodyguards, but indeed veteran warriors, hardened in battle, and ready to give their live for the choosen daughter of the blind prophet.

Cutting another piece off the larger Steak, Marie slowly turned her head, and smiled broadly, a smile that seemed surprisingly warm and honest, a strange contrast to her unsettling aura around her. "Well, we are indeed from the Holy City, send here in the name of our Prophet, my high father! But sure, the seat is not taken, and some company would be delightful!" 
One of the grim guards tugged on the chair, and made way for North to take a seat, while the eyes of the guards rested on him. Up so close, it was more then obvious that Marie indeed was just fourteen years old, a young girl, send to a meeting with the most powerful men and women of what was left of the united states of America. 

Indeed it was a mad world!