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The problem with the target range is that it is outside. Ellen has resigned herself to walking under the open sky back home. It's not that bad if she doesn't look up. She's told herself that several times and managed to avoid panic attacks that way.

Out back, however, is not home and does not even look like it. It's cold out there. And it's got

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[tanyadams]

Tanya, on her way to the target range herself, watches the distressed woman. "Need a hand?" She is wearing proper winter BDU, pants and boots, so the show is much less of a concern. The turtleneck sweater suffices for now, too.

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"I... how do I make this stuff stop sticking to my feet?" asks Ellen, trying to kick the snow off her boots. "I've been trying but it just keeps adhering..."

She's wearing her blue and gold Vault jumpsuit; if Tanya's seen her from behind she'll have seen an enormous '101' across her entire back in gold.

[tanyadams]

"You need snow boots." Tanya indicates her own. "They are made for the cold, either mud or snow. Otherwise your feet will get soaked and freeze."

The woman walks over, offering a hand. "Tanya Adams."

Yes, she is wearing her tactical belt and her pistols.

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"Oh," says Ellen. "These are the only footwear I have. They're waterproofed, though- I mean, other than not having a proper seal at the top."

She shakes the offered hand. "Ellen Park. Nice to meet you, Ms. Adams."