RIna kicked around a pebble on the ground, raising her eyebrows as the enormous payout was described. She drowned out the remainder of the conversation once Jackson had given the instruction of meeting the next morning, reserving her opinions on the group of misfits until she'd had a chance to work alongside them. --- Acosador paced slightly behind Rina, as she approached the small NCR outpost station tucked into the corner and away from any prying eyes. It was if this location was an afterthought and kind of just crammed into whatever building was available. A man behind the counter stood immediately as she entered, his glare softening a bit as he recognized her NCR ranger armor that adorned her lower half. He was still slightly tense, as any Raider could have looted the armor out in the wastes. "State your business." he gruffly spoke, noticing the rifle slung along her back. Moving with slow, deliberate movements, Rina untied a burlap sack that had been hanging from her backpack and dropped it on the table. "That's the head of Mr. Andrews. Perhaps you heard of him?" she asked, the darkened red stain on one side of the sack beginning to seep onto the table. "I'm here to collect the bounty on his head. You can double check. I'll wait." she confidently stated, crossing her arms across her chest and smirking to the man as he stared in horror. Clearly, this location didn't get to see much action anymore. What a shame. --- She strolled through the paths of the entrance of the Hub, pouring the 1,000 cap contents of the purse into the already existing purse she carried, tossing the scrap of fabric into the humid breeze. The amount of caravans that were gathered at the entrance were significantly less than before the war. The traders seemed bored standing near their brahmin, looking up disinterestedly as Rina browsed their wares. She stopped at any caravan that had ammunition readily available and, with a flash of her caps purse, the vendors seemed to awaken with ferocity. Smirking to herself, she sought out only the best deals on the ammunition she'd require including various versions of .308 rounds and of course, .45 for the pistol this mama was packin'. She was stocking for this mission in thrice the amount she'd require for a standard mission. If it was not enough, she'd do her best to seek out another opportunity for trading unless she could scavenge what she needed n the field. The young female vendor took the caps gratefully, clinging to them dearly as she shoved the box of ammunition into Rinas hands. She had a small Laser PIstol resting on her hip and Rina gave it a puzzling glance. "I sure hope you know how to use that thing, Little Miss." Rina slurred, raising an eyebrow to the girl. She noted the girls arms looked far to thin to be able to wield a larger rifle, but a laser pistol was plausible. "Y-yes Ma'am." the girl readily said, perhaps a tad too quickly. She flicked her eyes to the other vendors behind Rina, no doubt staring daggers at her. Rina clicked her tongue to the girl and placed her hand on the girls clenched fists. "I rented a room at The Shambles, near the Iguana-on-a-Stick stand, I'm sure you know where that is." She pulled her hand away, placing it lightly on her .45 pistol at her hip. She tilted her head behind her with a swift nod. "Any of these fools bother you, come see me. Room 4D." She turned on her heel, facing the semi-circle of traders and lifting her hands into the air. "Now, whose got some Purified Water?" --- Rina knelt on the arid dirt, pouring some purified water into a small salvaged ashtray Rina carried in the small pocket of her knap sack. He quickly lapped it up and sat beside her, as a soldier would when awaiting further orders. Carefully, she packed the ashtray away, taking a swig of the water before screwing the top of her canteen back on, hooking the strap onto her belt tightly. She gingerly packed away the cases of ammunition she'd acquired, the various cans of Cram and Pork n Beans along side her back up bottles of Purified Water. Nearest the top, the jerkied meat she'd purchased lie next to the 7 stimpacks she'd paid good money for. Lucky number Seven, she thought as she tied the top of her sack, just glad to be gone of the stench of rotting flesh. She slung it on her back, aligning her rifle alongside it and clicking her tongue to Acosador. "Come on boy. Time to have some fun." she told him, heading back towards Madisons bar, in search of another whiskey, and perhaps someone willing to try her in a hand of Caravan.