For most people, this would be surprising. For Courier 6...

[6s_wild]

Okay.

I've been shot at repeatedly with two going into my head. I've been chased super mutants not to mention deatchlaws, cazadors, wild dogs, geckos, bloatflies, and ants. I've been electrocuted, shot, stabbed, punched, kicked, bitten, irradiated, had mortars hurled at me, and though I might not be proud to admit it, addicted to chems once or twice. I've been to Hub, the Boneyard, New Reno, New Canaan, the Big Empty, and of course New Vegas.

And now I'm trapped in the headspace of your. Thick. Skull.

Well.

Isn't that just great.

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Yes, I all the awesome fanart thar. :3

[6s_wild]

Hey, don't look at me. I didn't freak out in the slightest. [She totally did.]

And besides. It's a Courier's job to wander into situations without knowing what's going to happen. Y'know.

[But now she's distracting herself from what she wants to do. And so, in that brief moment where she says something and Veronica responds with a snarky quip, the Courier reaches into her bag and takes out a bottle of Scotch. The good, Pre-War kind.]

[snarkingscribe]

You sure do have a strange way of saying "I screamed like someone that just woke up with a radscorpion in their bed".

It is? Well, that certainly explains a lot of things...

[6s_wild]

HEY HEY, that only happened ONCE. And I told you, I would NEVER play that kind of game with a guy again no matter how much caps or alcohol was involved.

*grumbles* ...speaking about wandering into situations without knowing...