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The Courier sighed as she let the tune wash over her. Sounded like something that might have been playing on the radio back home, but at the same time, it felt a little too different to fit in with those. Just where was she? Didn’t stop it from being so soothing, though…

Until it was so rudely interrupted.

“I was listening to the music, asshole!” Chance snapped reflexively. It wouldn’t do any good; the Pip-Boy didn’t even have a microphone as far as she knew. Still, she listened to them talk and promptly began fiddling with the radio again when they stopped talking.

“Come on, there has to be a way to get that tune back…” She muttered. They didn’t have songs and important communications on the same channel, did they? For all she knew, they might. That accent certainly wasn’t anything familiar to her, could be some backwards cultural thing. She eventually gave up, shutting the radio off again.

“Welp,” Chance said. “I’m gonna check ahead, see if I can manage to not get shot by those guys. You all planning on milling around here any longer?” The Merchant shrugged. She started heading down the solitary path to the south, staring at the greenery with an odd disdain. Hopefully there weren’t any horrible plant monsters around here, either.