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The Courier looked away from her Pip Boy. God, this place was weird. She wasn't any stranger to greenery after spending time in Jacobstown, and even in Cali there was always the odd desolate forest here and there, but this place was just rife with the stuff. Reminded her of Vault 22, come to think of it. Probably why she really wasn't too fond of this place. 

Regardless, the area she was in now vaguely mirrored the Mojave, filled with rocks and tumbleweed drifting through the dust and dirt. She took a look around at the colorful cast of characters around her before her eyes settled on the shady hooded fellow. Judging by the backpack and all the bulky robes, she pegged him as some sort of merchant. Probably one who was fine hawking less reputable wares, too. She was pretty much broke, but she still felt the withdrawal biting at her. She had to check, at the very least. She could haggle something out.

“You got any med-x?” she asked with false innocence. “I got in a bit of a scrape on the way here…” the merchant let out a hearty laugh and shook his head.

“I’ve got a first-aid spray in stock, if you’re interested.” he offered.

“Clean water, then?” she prodded, hoping to knock another problem off her list. He shook his head again.

“Stranger,” the Merchant explained. “I deal in products of the more explosive inclination.” The Courier was about to point out that a bottle of water could make a decent explosive if you paired it with some cesium before he opened his coat to reveal a small assortment of firearms. She liked what she saw...

“If you’ve got the cash or treasure, I can give you any one of these, or touch up any guns you might have already.” The Merchant explained, turning his focus to the rest of the group. “That goes for all of you, now.” The Courier sighed, wishing she had some cash on her right now. She offered a half-hearted “I’ll keep that in mind” before she heard a chipper greeting.

“Nice weather today.” The man said. She actually laughed; what an odd question! He seemed like a strange one, too, at least with his getup. The sun must not beat down on you too hard back where he was from if he could leave his chest exposed like that, though she wasn’t exactly complaining.

“Well,” The Courier admitted. “It’s better than what I’m used to, that’s for sure.” one of the others, the short one (was she a mutant or something? Didn’t really look like it), said something about him potentially being Frel...hordian? It sounded like some language that Chance had no knowledge of, so it seemed pretty clear that she was pretty far from home, wherever she was.

“Sorry to cut in,” The Courier said, “But do any of you guys know the lay of the land around here? Chatting’s fun and all, but I kinda wanna make sure I know where I’m going.” She glanced back down at her Pip Boy. RobCo never mapped this place out, it seems. If they even could have. She fiddled around with the radio, half-heartedly hoping to come across some sign that civilization existed near here beyond some rickety old bridge. [b][Roll search - Radio signal.][/b]