Eliza Weaver 
  S&W Weaponry, Salem, Massachusetts - mid to late afternoon





 Eliza was still physically and mentally exhausted and with the effects of the stimpak starting to kick in she felt even groggier. Although she had found a small comfort in the fact that her leg had already started to feel better, it was being able to lay in Shelby's bed, her body melting into her sheets. She'd wanted to experience this moment since they departed from each other. 

 “I'm feeling really hot Shelby, so unless you have something extremely light for me to wear I think I'll just stick with this blanket.” Eliza cracked a little smirk as she pulled her top off and threw it alongside Shelby's bed, exposing her breasts but Eliza didn't seem to care. At this point she was too hot to care, and as much as she wanted to sleep with Shelby she wasn't going to be able to if she couldn't cool down for at least a little bit.

Eliza barely reacted to the sound of Waylon yelling up the stairs to Shelby. Even with the sounds of him coming up the stairs with a supposed guest she didn't make an effort to cover her exposed chest. Eliza didn't like to wear clothes, a trait she'd carried since she was young. So if she was going to be living with Shelby and Waylon than he was going to see them sooner rather than later. It was at the sight of their company that Eliza second guessed her decision and pulled the blanket up just enough to cover herself. “I'm sorry, I'm still really out of it.” Eliza's face was starting to blush, and she just wished she could hide her face in Shelby's arms like an embarrassed child. “Thank you for taking care of my horse. We've been through alot together. I take it you're familiar with them?”