that night, sarah did not plan on
sleeping at all . as 'friendly' as the
other came across, she was not
going to take any sort of risk.
she struggled to sleep anyways
unless she was by herself .
' yes, but don't get too comfortable '
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𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙷: 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙳𝙴 — 𝚂𝙸𝙶: [𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝙳]
sarah was not exactly a fan of
the ncr — she was not a big fan
of pretty much any of the groups
within the mojave . she felt as if
a lot of them were greedy and
had ulterior motives.
" the ncr is always putting their
nose in other ——
she finishes reloading it and sets it
back beside her. eye drifts back to
dixie, her expression equally as
neutral .
gaze lowers to her paper, quickly writing , ' never said I was kicking you out. was just curious . if you need ——
' you're probably better off here
anyways. shit really goes down out
there . '
taking another drink from her glass,
starting to doodle on the paper.
sarah takes the canteen back,
twisting the cap back on and
putting it into her satchel .
' lost it to a tunneler, it gouged
it out. and no problem . '
eye looks up at the sky.
' it's getting dark. ——
' did you come to the strip because
you had to deliver something ?
I'm sure you have to do deliveries
all across the whole mojave. '
shifting in her seat, resting her
chin in the palm of her hand ,
fingers tapping against her cheek .
—— when she hears the sound of
footsteps behind her. tensing up
slightly, her gaze remains forward .
with quickness , she pulls herself to
her feet, whipping out her shotgun
and pointing it right at the stranger.
——
a nod. as long as it was able to
do its job, that was all that really
mattered . it doesn't take her long
before she is finished with her
glass, ordering another.
she was not worried
too much about caps .
——