[color=9e0039][b]Lorelei Jones - Salem Outskirts[/b][/color]

“Rook is pleased to meet you. Lorelei Jones is kind to help Rook out. Maybe she can see flaws in Rooks' plans better than he can.” He offered her the water and then went to work again.

Crouching down, he remade his little map, a bit better than the other one in town. “Rook is building defenses for town. Rook has been in the Wastelands for many years, has seen one thing in common with all successful settlements. Walls.” He sounded as if this was ancient wisdom being passed on. “Rook wants to build walls here, and towers, so we can see bad people before they arrive. Salem in good place, with many good things around. Old Man Barney said there is a militia here. They can man towers, Rook does not like to climb. Or swim. Swim is where bad things are.”

Looking at her, he was probably still close to most people’s height while crouched down. “Rook will still help bring up metal boxes from water though. Many good things are in water, and maybe can use it to make more things for Salem to be safe. Rook doesn't want to see Salem hurt. Too many people die because of the Wastelands. Rook not want people here to die either..."

Lorelei furrowed her brows as she looked down upon the water. Nevertheless, she sat down on a stray tire and took a sip from the bowl, watching Rook as he worked. She had an underlying urge to massage the handle of her revolver, watching a super mutant exist in front of her like that, but she kept her hands relaxed upon her lap. The world had made her quick to judge; quick to maneuver out of the way of trust. But perhaps Salem was her window to become something else. Only time would tell. The mutant seemed only to want to help, and to be kind, which was something she could not yet say about the others.

After a minute of watching Rook move objects around, she slowly nodded. “You have a good vision, but I think you have too high of expectations for this ‘people’s militia’. It’s a mixed bag, from what I’ve seen so far.” She sighed. “I’ve seen much of the country, though. It’s always like this. You’ve got a few folks who are trying to act like pillars of the community, and then you’ve got the ones who love to play god. And then people can’t tell who-from-who, and then you have yourself a mess.”

Lorelei sighed and ran her fingers through her dark brown hair, currently held up in a messy bun. She took another sip from the bowl of water. “I suppose I’m not righteous in criticizing them; I’ve never been the type to enlist to protect others…I’m more of a wanderer than someone who can be depended on.” She shrugged. “But they look like they need serious help, so perhaps I’ll help keep watch for them. You can’t go wrong with a night on a rooftop with a scope and a bottle of scotch.”

Finally, Lorelei stood up off the tire and considered Rook’s handiwork instead of the manual labor he was executing. She walked over to where he was working. “You’re right, the ‘wall’ is what will protect this place, but we will need more than that. We’re out on a peninsula. It would be easy for us to be trapped. We need a few working boats in case of evacuation, and we need outside patrols to keep an eye on the activity. But that will have to come later. Your ‘wall' is a good start.” She offered a light smile.