“Ain’t nothing a shotgun and determination can’t solve. Go ahead, try me.”

She nudged Eva Pavlov. “Ey— look at me…” Caitlin chuckled sheepishly. The brunette was proud to show off the NCR jacket she nabbed by questionable means. “Fits me, ah?” A coy chortle slipped through.

“Fuck! A bullet in the shoulder…” A slight hiss seeped through the gaps of her clenched teeth. The daughter of vengeance slammed the back of her head into the wall she rested on. Crimson leaked from a new hole she sported. “Where th’ fuck are me stimpaks!?”

“Because it works.”

“Yer a Ranger an’ all, but I have my ways.”

“So— a win-win either way? You’re on.”

“And if I lose, then what?”

“No— I have not.” Quite forward, dry even. “Before you an’ a few others, I never was touched.”

“Call it a carnal instinct. Y’know, knowing what I want!”

(ooc.) Charly’s writer invokes an emotional response to THIS WRITER! I applaud you, honey, that’s not normal lol Love our characters, so cute.

“What else am I t’do!? When yer Dad locked ye away from th’ world yer whole life ye ain’t really got much of a choice.”

“Hee hee. Boobies.”

“Can I— maybe touch?”

“Well—!! I ain’t think of that idea…” Always the aloof one she was. “Take it off- gimme the shirt.” GRABBY HANDS!

“You were a what now? What’s a nymph?”

An awkward chuckle slipped between her lips. “Ah— no, I think I will just take yer word for it.”

Her shoulder’s been patched up with bandages and the bullet casing has been removed. Discomfort, and a dull pain laced around. Absolutely. Horrid.