"Yea I did, and I needed something to do while you decided to stop gallivanting across the wasteland..."  Isaac waved away the comment, his cocky smile remaining.  "...Needed to eat and pay for a place to sleep." She told him softly, shaking her head. "You took your sweet ass time getting here. Any problems for you with our friends?"

He was about to let her know that the raiders had been taken care of, but was interrupted when the barman walked in and took control of the conversation.  Zara looked apologetic while Isaac merely observed, sharing his gaze between the two, as the man gave her a telling off and she explained her actions.  By the end of their exchange, the wasteland hero was getting bored and began to inspect his fingernails.

After hearing her reply, the barman had more to say. "Well, if you can't take simple banter then I'm afraid you won't last long here.  The Three Legged Dog isn't exactly 'up-market.'  And neither are it's patrons."  He looked at Isaac, who nodded in agreement, then turned back to Zara.  "I'll give you a moment to decide whether you'll be continuing with your duties.  Or I can pay you for your hours given and we can leave it at that.  I have customers."

And with that, he went back out front.  Isaac watched him go, then turned his attention back to Zara.

"It's not like you need this job, anyway," he offered.  "I mean; you'll probably be wanting to move on soon right... get further away from The Diamond Backs?  We can leave tomorrow and head deeper into New York.  There's a place called [i]Liberty Point[/i].  It's about as safe as this place, and further to the west.  I know a few people, over that way.  Could get you a real job and a place of your own... I think."

It was a bit presumptuous of him, to assume that his Big Sis, Katie Wensdale who just vouch for a random wastelander on Isaac's behalf.  But even if she turned him down - which was unlikely - the time spent travelling and the temporary place to stay would be enough time to teach this girl how to manage herself out here.

He looked her up and down as he thought about it.

She was already feisty enough - and fierce when protecting herself - that much had been proven.  She wouldn't need much more than a good opportunity to be all set in the unforgiving wasteland of New York.

"Took me a few hours, but I lost the raiders up north," he suddenly said, remembering her question.  "Then I went for a quick nap and kinda sorta fell asleep for real, ha."  He stood up straight and ran a hand through his messy. blonde hair.  "I thought I'd be here by noon, but them's the breaks."