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Post by Gladys on Nov 7, 2016 19:22:50 GMT -8
The Minutemen were good guys, always willing to help a wastelander in distress, and at one point Gladys even considered joining their ranks. In the end she declined on the offer though, and had yet to pledge fealty to a faction. It just seemed like a lot of responsibility and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was that devoted to anything.
The mention of NASA had her grinning because finally, someone brought up pre-war America. She was always hesitant to discuss life before the bombs, but now she would talk freely about it – “You were almost an engineer for NASA? Very cool! My neighbor worked for NASA before the war, he was an astronaut in training, I think.”
The ghoul was rambling now, listing off his areas of expertise and Gladys stopped him. “Hey, whoa, you didn’t say what you needed our help with. But I’m game, especially if you’re willing to patch up my armor in return. It’s pretty beat to hell.” Whatever he needed, she knew her and Winston would have no problem handling it.
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