[color=fff200][b]Rick Noel - Clinic [/b][/color]

Rick turned around as he heard the doctor and Frieda."Good morning Rick. Yes, indeed I saw them. In fact, I was just having a conversation with Frieda about their arrival here. She was just as concerned as we were, albeit for different reasons," he paused for a moment, "Frieda...this is Rick Noel. I'm not sure if you were properly introduced yet...but, well, he's an...associate of mine. I've told her who we are Rick. I believe we can trust Ms. Richter far better than we might trust any of our other informants on the surface. She doesn't have any reason to hate us, and indeed, sympathizes with us far better than anyone else might. I'm not an SRB Agent, I know, and perhaps I overstepped myself, but we need friends out here..."

Rick looked at them both, “No, doctor… I trust your judgment. But yes, miss we ware former institute fellows, left homeless after its destruction.” Rick wasn’t exactly sure how to react. It didn’t matter in the end, the doctor outranked Rick, and his word was final. If he felt it was necessary, it must have been with good reason. 


"Who else knows about your...affiliations?  Anyone?" she posed to both men, "If the Commonwealth wastelanders hate your...origins as much as mine, my guess is you have either kept it quiet or only told trusted folks.  Let's just keep it that way, for now."  She glanced back around, out the window and into the street.  "Doesn't seem like they dropped off much more than a generator.  No troops, artillery, anything like that."  She turned back to Arthur and Rick.  "Best thing to do is just act casual.  Go about treating patients like usual, and...uh..." Frieda looked at Rick.  "Whatever you do best.  What is it you do?"

Rick looked back Frieda, a little taken a back, part of him felt she didn’t like him, or treated him with scorn due to his age. It was something he was used to living in the institute, but found it odd to experience here. He replied, “I’m a former SRB handler..not that there’s any importance to that , but…” Before he could finish, she turned to the doctor and told him she’d be back. 
 
“Okay…did she say they dropped off a generator? Why would they… so I take it that’s why I saw some scribes up on that roof. Are they setting up a power grid for the town?” Rick said out loud as he watched Frieda leave and then turned to the doctor. “Is it me or does she seem a little off to you?”