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Ellen hasn't slept all that well since the victory against the Enclave at Adams Air Force Base. She's tried, she really has, but... sometimes that just isn't in the cards. She's supposed to be asleep now, in fact. Obviously she's not, as she's quietly, studiously, industriously disassembling and reassembling her big ol' Tesla cannon at one of the larger tables, but she's supposed to be.
Dogmeat is curled up at her feet, occasionally whining worriedly. Sometimes she notices. Sometimes she doesn't.
Bad days happen.
Dogmeat is curled up at her feet, occasionally whining worriedly. Sometimes she notices. Sometimes she doesn't.
Bad days happen.