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Out of Milliways: A moment in the Wasteland.
A tired and dusty Ellen opens the Bar door, blinking at the change in light levels. Her tan and black outfit is spattered with maroon in places, darker colors in others, and is torn and singed in more than a few places. Dogmeat threads swiftly past her legs. "Oh, good," she says, "it worked. I can wash this stuff off, at least..."
She'll be right with you as soon as she's had a go at the ladies' room, unless she makes it to a barstool first. Right now she could use more than Nuka-Cola.
A tired and dusty Ellen opens the Bar door, blinking at the change in light levels. Her tan and black outfit is spattered with maroon in places, darker colors in others, and is torn and singed in more than a few places. Dogmeat threads swiftly past her legs. "Oh, good," she says, "it worked. I can wash this stuff off, at least..."
She'll be right with you as soon as she's had a go at the ladies' room, unless she makes it to a barstool first. Right now she could use more than Nuka-Cola.