And always the same thing. [Here, Therese puts on a terrible imitation of- well, it's supposed to be a Legionary, but it's too nasally.] "The Caesar has marked you for death!" Ugh. Can't a girl go to the 188 in peace any more?
Gotta admire your enthusiasm, boss. There's a whole lotta trouble out there, [begrudgingly,] not like that's anything new, but even with these cataracts an old man like me can tell it's nothing worth tangling with.
[This isn't the Courier in his headspace, but Raul is going to privately worry anyway. He can't help it. This is one of "his" Couriers, too.] You planning on dragging an old man along? Again?
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They tend to... stick their foot in their mouth, these muns. Don't worry, though! they're much nicer than a lot of folks in the Mojave.
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sorry 4 slow
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