Ellen, Vault 101 Dweller, Fallout 3.

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The door swings open and an exhausted-looking young woman in black body armor with a vaguely star-shaped white marking on the chest trudges in. She makes it over to one of the tables, pulls off her helmet, and wipes ineffectually at her face with the heel of one hand.

"Anything that doesn't taste or smell or resemble crabs in any way," she says to the rat who comes to take her order. "I don't want to see another Mirelurk again as long as I live."

[Open until whenever!]