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Some days you get good news, and some days you don't, and the other day was one of those days for Ellen. She's aware that, timestop or no, she needs to get back to her world and trying to find the northern Vault that Paladin Hoss told her about, but... well, the thought of going back and finding who knows what is currently putting the shivers up her spine every time she so much as looks towards the front door. So instead, she's going carefully over the stylized, silvery, lightweight alien guns she brought back from the saucer. Two of them are already spoken for, and if she's going to make her time in Bar count for anything, she needs the others to be in perfect repair before she sells them off.
She's named the pistol-type ones Atomizers and the rifle-type ones Disintegrators. There's four of each spread out on the table as she works with a tube of grayish-blue goo to patch up any dings or damage they have. She likes to keep busy, but wouldn't mind talking, either.
[OOC: Icons to the contrary, she's currently dressed like this. I just don't have any pictures of women in that uniform.]
[tinytag: Sativa, the Chosen One (Fallout 2)]
She's named the pistol-type ones Atomizers and the rifle-type ones Disintegrators. There's four of each spread out on the table as she works with a tube of grayish-blue goo to patch up any dings or damage they have. She likes to keep busy, but wouldn't mind talking, either.
[OOC: Icons to the contrary, she's currently dressed like this. I just don't have any pictures of women in that uniform.]
[tinytag: Sativa, the Chosen One (Fallout 2)]