Ellen, Vault 101 Dweller, Fallout 3, That Bar
If Ellen's journeys across the Capitol Wasteland in pursuit of her most recent quest have taught her one thing, it's this: Nuka-Cola makes people crazy. She's having some difficulty explaining Miss Petrovita's reaction otherwise. Not that she didn't get the grenade schematics just as Miss Petrovita promised, but honestly- getting that gleeful over two-hundred-year-old beverages? Just... just disturbing.
(Especially compared to Scribe Yearling and her paladins in Arlington, and their quiet joy over each readable book left from before the war.)
Ellen hadn't really meant to come here today- this was supposed to be Moriarty's, as it's easy enough to reach the saloon from Craterside Supply- but she's not going to turn a drink down if it means she doesn't have to put up with Colin Moriarty and his smirking remarks in the process.
(Especially compared to Scribe Yearling and her paladins in Arlington, and their quiet joy over each readable book left from before the war.)
Ellen hadn't really meant to come here today- this was supposed to be Moriarty's, as it's easy enough to reach the saloon from Craterside Supply- but she's not going to turn a drink down if it means she doesn't have to put up with Colin Moriarty and his smirking remarks in the process.