[color=00aeef]FRIEDA RICHTER[/color] - Clinic -- mid-morning

Arthur had paused for a few moments and looked back up at Frieda, "I don't suppose its possible Brandy is ex-Enclave is it? Barring that I suppose we can only speculate. You mention she was keeping baby chickens as well...did they look odd in any way?"

"That was one of my thoughts, too!" Frieda slammed her fist into her other palm.  "It's not like we -- [i]they[/i] just leave stuff like that lying around.  At least, not usually..."  She relaxed, slightly.  "I considered that Brandy was cleverer than I, making up a family that no one has met, but it doesn't add up.  She's too...soft."

She tossed her hair over her shoulder.  "No, not like that, just like...the way she conducts herself.  She wasn't raised in a incubator of regimented discipline.  Plus, even Waylon admits that she's helpless with guns and such."

She took a deep breath, finally calm enough to think a little more clearly.  She glanced around, finally remarking to herself how spotless the little apartment truly was.  Not a speck of dust, anywhere.  The doc was thorough.  "My best guess, now, is that she didn't even realize it's got Enclave marking on it.  She either found it, or someone sold it to her.  I have no idea if she's actually used it.  The chickens were...cute.  Normal?  Ugh," she groaned, feeling frustrated with so few facts and so much speculation, "maybe it was in her basement the whole time, and she's just left it there."  She rubbed her head behind her ear.  "I've been impulsive.  I'm sorry."

Frieda reached over and closed Arthur's hand over the vial.  "I'm going to leave that with you, for now, then I'll sneak it back into the house."

There was something of a shriek from towards the diner.  Frieda turned and looked out the window, and saw some kind of hurried movement inside, but nothing distinctive.

"I should try and find out what the deal was with the Brotherhood literally flying into town.  I'm going to go find A--"

She cut herself off at the sound of gunshots from the edge of town.  Frieda pulled out her pistol from her belt.  "Duty calls.  I'll keep any undesirables from getting in.  I do suggest you take some cover, [i]just[/i] in case."

She dashed down the stairs, past Summer, and to the front door.  Her eyes scanned around for any signs of movement or hostiles.