Quinn nodded at his agreement and feel into step beside him as they headed toward the bar. She was sore from having awkwardly slumped in a chair all night, but she had gotten used to sleeping in uncomfortable places at this rate. A chair in a house was better than a dumpster beside an abandoned gas station. She hadn't had the chance to really get a good look at Goodsprings before, having arrived very late at night initially and then being asleep for most of the day. Goodsprings didn't look unlike any other little town she had seen in the wasteland: virtually ruined buildings on the foreground of a burnt red horizon. She could now see the water tower where she had dug up Tobias in the first place rising on a hill behind the main street. She would take him there once they were finished inquiring after Victor. 

She followed Tobias into the bar, looking around at the interior once she had shut the door behind them. When he inquired as to whether or not she thought anyone was here, she raised an eyebrow and pointed wordlessly into the other room, where a man could be seen seated on a stool at the counter, and a middle aged woman behind it. Quinn didn't pay them too much mind as Tobias led the way and asked the woman about Victor. As her companion seemed to be fine with doing all the talking, she remained silent beside him as she listened to the conversation. The woman, now identified as Trudy, didn't seem too bad until Victor was brought up. Quinn crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes into a steely scowl when she spoke of the kindly securitron with disdain. If it were not for the long since healed lacerations over her right eye, she wouldn't have looked very intimidating, but she noticed Tobias cast her an anxious glance and resumed a neutral expression. She wanted to defend Victor, but this woman didn't seem worth the confrontation.

[color=CDB5CD]"[i]He[/i],"[/color] Quinn interjected after Trudy's final comment, speaking up for the first time, and looking non too happy, [color=CDB5CD]"Thank you for your time,"[/color] she added sharply, though it didn't sound very sincere as she turned and started to leave the way they had come in. She had never been very good at first impressions, considering her general lack of social grace coupled with her off-putting appearance, but she usually made an effort to at least be gracious. However, she did not appreciate the way that Trudy spoke of her old friend. He had become "defective" when she was very small, but instead of rewiring the AI, her father had left him as is. There weren't many kids on the strip, and she was far safer with Victor than she was with anyone outside Lucky 38. She remembered being very sad when he disappeared, not understanding why and  being unable to go out and find him. It had been relieving to find him functioning and still doing the weird things he had always been doing.

She had noticed the schoolhouse the night before, but hadn't paid it too much mind at the time. She paused once outside to make sure that Tobias was still with her before continuing forward, still looking quite displeased. She wouldn't dwell on it now, Trudy didn't know what she was talking about; she had probably never even spoken to the old robot. It was then that she realized that Tobias probably hadn't realized that Victor wasn't an actual person, but a robot, a securitron at that, which were supposed to only be on the strip, not wandering the wastes. 

[color=CDB5CD]"He's a securitron,"[/color] she stated, looking over at the courier, [color=CDB5CD]"His AI is fried so he thinks he's a cowboy. Friendly, though. If it weren't for him, I never would have found you in that graveyard,"[/color] she added, [color=CDB5CD]"I'm not sure what drove him to go dig you up, but [i]she[/i] doesn't know what she's talking about."[/color]

Tobias seemed like a good guy, judging my his manners and attitude, but she wanted to make sure that he understood that Victor wasn't malicious. She wasn't sure what ulterior motive a robot could have in saving someone's life in the first place, especially a stranger's. Regardless, from here she would take the old tin man and be on her way, all the way back to New Vegas. She was sure he would come back if she asked, though remembering how stubborn he was, it could take a little persuasion.

As they neared the old schoolhouse, Quinn took careful note of the mantis prowling behind the rusted chainlink fence among the dilapidated playground equipment. It didn't seem to notice them, but she had her hand on her laser pistol anyway. She didn't want to waste her ammunition unless it actually decided to come after them. However, skirting quietly around the establishment caused it to pay them no mind, so she relaxed once again. She now spotted the old shack that Trudy had spoken of, and soon after, caught sight of a securitron's unmistakable frame. [color=CDB5CD]"Victor!"[/color] she called and raised her left hand to catch his attention. The robot turned around at the sound of her voice, hesitating a moment before exclaiming, [color=9F703A]"Well, I'll be!"[/color] and rolling toward them, coming to a halt a couple feet away, [color=9F703A]"It's good to see you miss Angela, and it looks like we got our dead man walkin' again,"[/color] he said, the image of a cowboy smoking a cigar flickering across the grainy screen as he spoke to them in his familiar twang.