[b]Summer - Diner[/b]

At best, Summer was hoping to get enough coffee to sharpen up her sluggish reflexes and perform some half-assed self surgery. She was definitely not expecting the kindness she received and, by the looks of her surprised then immediately wary expression, she was not used to getting such treatment at all. After she made an unconvincing impression of a simple patron the man working behind the counter had sent off what appeared to be his friend - for reinforcements, most likely - as Summer heard what was either the clink of a glass or the click of the safety on a pistol. She expected a gun and got a glass of water, then a few washcloths. Summer blinked, entirely thrown off guard by this new development. She gingerly grabbed the rags and shoved them into the water. It was clear by her drunken movements and the pallor of her skin that she most likely lost a fair amount of blood just getting here. To say that Summer was 'in bad shape' at this point was an understatement.

Slapping the sodden rags over the worst of her wounds, Summer sighed as a hunk of ice in a cloth was then offered to her and she used her other hand to press it against her black eye and just on the edge of her broken nose which prompted a sharp hiss of pain. She took her time in answering the question as she enjoyed feeling a little less shitty, then decided to speak in a croaky and sullen voice. "Not that I know of, they thought I was dead..." She tried to laugh in vain. It was a few half-hearted wheezes. "...They're gonna wish they were right once I'm done with 'em," Summer slurred with an edge of anger in her voice. She slipped her gaze to stare Ace down with a frown. "Very hospitable, for a wastelander," she noted idly. "I hope your 'friends' are as nice as you are." The emphasis was audible on friends. She wore no armour (which was most likely why she was in such a poor state to being with) and was clearly armed with what looked like an institute rifle with all sorts of modifications done to it, as if it had been taken apart and put back together several times over with some new and deadly component. Her chest rose and fell shakily and she didn't touch her water unless she was washing the rags of her blood.

For a moment, Summer's bitterness subsided as she looked around the diner with only the slightest movements of her head and asked "Where am I?" with a tinge of worry in her voice. She sat up a little straighter and flinched at the pain as she did so, continuing to look at Ace with mistrust but never making  a single move for her weapon.