[color=00a651][u][b]Dr. Arthur West - Salem Church[/b][/u][/color]

There was silence for a few seconds as the woman looked around suspiciously, and Arthur shifted his feet uncomfortably, not entirely sure what to do, or if perhaps he'd said something that might have offended the woman. For all he knew, she had a knife hidden somewhere and was about to use it. When she took a step closer to him, Arthur gave an audible nervous gulp.

[i]"Look, I'm with you, on that point," She began,  "On all your points.  For what it's worth, Celeste doesn't really care about being paid, but if I didn't say something, it would have looked suspicious.  I'll handle her." [/i]

"What? Really?" Arthur asked, flabbergasted, "Well I suppose that makes sense. But then why..." 

[i]The woman spoke up again,  "I knew you were...different, somehow, from when I saw you last night at the diner.  Familiar, in a way.  Your skin texture, your hair.  You didn't grow up scraping in the dirt like the rest of these," she swallowed hard, "[i]people[/i].  And, neither did I."
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Arthur narrowed his eyes. Now she'd [i]really[/i] piqued his curiosity, 

"....What are you saying? Who are you?"

[i]She straightened her posture and offered a quick salute.  "It's Richter, Frieda Richter, formerly Class Triple A, air division, of the Enclave.  Division 59N-39."  She gave a small smile, and a nod.  "I don't get a military vibe, but you sure as shit aren't surface dweller, either."[/i]

"The...the Enclave?"

Arthur paused in thought. The name was familiar. Where had he heard it before? It took a few seconds for his fatigued brain to regurgitate the memory and all of a sudden he realized quite clearly where he'd read about 'The Enclave'. When he'd been working on the FEV Lab, the SRB had provided a dossier for him to examine containing some of the sordid history of the virus, and their name had come up frequently. They'd originated from somewhere out west and had clashed with factions there, but the information before they'd arrived in the east was scare. What Arthur did remember, however, was that the SRB had been keeping close tabs on their operations in the D.C. area, including their war with The Brotherhood of Steel chapter there. From what they'd gathered, The Enclave was in possession of some sort of strain of The FEV, and had attempted to use it somehow to control the region. How, exactly, wasn't precisely known. Either way, they'd been labeled a 'Class A' hazardous group. Which meant the SRB had been monitoring their movements as closely as possible. They hadn't been heard of for years though.

[i]Frieda took the same small step back.  "I'm...not good with people.  I came here to connect with you, not threaten you.  I know how important it is to hide in plain sight, in a way.  I crashed my Vertibird -- by accident, but it's a boon, of sorts.  The Enclave will have found the vehicle totaled and likely assume me dead.  I didn't exactly ask for permission to leave, but they won't be chomping at the bit to find out if I survived.  I know that from experience."[/i]

"Ah...I see.." Was all Arthur could muster, his thoughts were too compounded by Frieda's revelation to really come up with a good response. Instead, he simply stood there and awkwardly nodded.  

[i]"I think we should...talk.  Later, though, when you're not so busy, or exhausted.  There was a trader in town -- two, actually -- and maybe I can see about getting us some real coffee. Meantime, let me help you at least prep the linens.  I only have very basic field medic training, which extends as far as, 'cover what's bleeding and call for help'. Pass me some scissors, and I'll get to work.  Just going to step out for a smoke."[/i]

"Uhhh..." Arthur stuttered, before realizing he'd been standing there staring like an idiot, "Right!...right of course." He immediately left the room and beckoned for Frieda to follow him. It took him just a moment to fetch the scissors she'd asked for, "Mindful of the edge. Its sharper than it looks," He said as he handed them off to her, "I should get back to treating Ms. Summer. Thank you again for the supplies Ms. Richter, and for the help. Lord knows I could use it," After a moment's thoughtful pause he added, "..and you're right. I'm not from around here. I'm...from a vault. Vault...uh...vault 88. It's well...its a long story."

With that he opened up the fresh med-kit that Frieda had brought and examined its contents like a kid in a candy story,

"Oh...iodopovidone excellent...ooo and anti-toxin, very useful..chlorhexidine...nice. Antibiotics...bandages...rehydration tablets some multivitamins..and..a 200 year old chocolate bar...whats that doing in her-.....oh....." 

Arthur bent back down and began tending to Summer's wounds: now extremely confident he could successfully treat the woman without any issue,

"You'll be right as rain in no time," He said with as much cheer as he could muster as he took a bottle of the anti-septic out of the kit. He then realized she'd been out of it for some time and he had a momentary lapse of panic thinking that perhaps she'd passed out due to blood loss, but it quickly became apparent she was only sleeping. With a shrug, he continued to treat her, hoping to have her fixed up before she awoke.