The way she kept her eye out for trouble, even in this tavern, reminded Isaac of what she'd told him last night: She'd been a raider slave for thirteen years.  Thirteen years! [i]What a life,[/i] Isaac thought as he watched her.  [i]Can that even be called life?[/i]  The young man wasn't sure.  He only knew that his first mission, back in the sweet city of New York, was to take them all out, once and for all.  Raider gangs often weren't so big, or lasted so long, but when they did, they were usually fearsome.  And racked up a long list of heinous crimes and terror in their tenure.  The Diamond Backs needed stopping.  New York needed it.

And she'd mentioned that she knew some kind of weakness of the gang, or the gang's leader.  A secret entrance to the town, perhaps?  Or maybe a store of explosives that could blow the place sky high?  Whatever that was, Isaac needed to know.  A good plan could beat the worst of odds - that's what his mentor had taught him.  Cairo Storm aka The Courier; The baddest man Isaac had ever known.  Cairo had walked from one side of America to the other, delivering more than just packages.  He was a one-man army, handing out justice and ass-whoopings, and it just so happened that he'd taught Isaac everything he knew.

[i]I've taught you everything [b]you[/b] know. Not everything [b]I[/b] know,[/i] the old man would say.  He was funny like that.

"...Hell, I've even eaten better since I got free."

"Glad to hear it.  You earned it," Isaac replied.  She had indeed.  Getting herself out of that situation was no mean feat.  It took balls to break away from that mess.  Most slaves, after being slaves for such a long part of their life, were conditioned and broken enough that they wouldn't even consider escape.  Zara had a strong spirit, that was for sure.  And, if Isaac couldn't tell just by looking at her, she'd made it clear with the scuffle back in the other tavern.  She was down for action - a fire in her eyes and her belly - and Isaac liked it.  "And one of these days, you might just get used to it; not having to look over your shoulder all the time."  He gulped down half of his drink, smacked his lips and wiped his mouth.  "Grasscroft is a nice place, but there's nothing like Liberty Point.  People there really look out for eachother.  Everyone knows the guards and the high walls means you don't even have to worry about attacks.  Raiders don't even bother trying to attack, they know they'll be dog food if they try attacking.  And 'Big Sis' is awesome," he added with a teethy grin.  He always called Katie by that name, but realised that he should clarify to Zara. 

"Katie Wensdale's her real name.  She's the town scientist and one of the most prestigious leading minds of wasteland technology and research.  You'll love her.  She's whacky as fuck." He laughed quietly as he thought of her.  Katie had taken him in after he lost his mother to the wasteland. Her heart was as big as her brain.  "But yeah, freedom is fun, but you'll still need to learn how to defend yourself.  Well..." he paused and gestured to her.  "You clearly know how to choke a guy.  But shooting a gun can be useful too.  We can get some practice on our travels.  Shoot a few cans or something.  Maybe blast some critters."

"Where'd you live before you were captured?"  It might have been a stupid question.  Would she even remember?  She seemed to be around his age, which would've made her like, ten years old or something.  Still, it was worth asking. Perhaps she'd want to pay somewhere or someone a visit?  "Not tryna bring back painful memories or anything? Just wondering."