"No wonder the people of Boston are afraid of them. I don't think I'd be ecstatic to have murderous robots being made in my city. Do you know where in the city they're coming from?" 

"I do not. I did find out that not all Synths are perfect slaves, apparently, and a potential location of interest. But all this is something for later, is it not? We're getting close to Rivet City again."

Amy runs a hand over her head, clenching her fist on the top, as if she was gathering a handful of hair that she no longer has. 

“Yeah, seems that way. I’m looking forward to a drink.”

She replaces the blue cartridge back into her pack.

"And such a big favor for only a few rounds is a bad deal anyway. I'm gonna go start the final approach now."

“Oh, I didn’t mention James invented them and could give you instruction on how to make them yourself? How silly of me,” Amy says, leaning against the wall.

"Hmph. Then perhaps I should be making a deal with James directly. At any rate, it's time to land. Fasten your seatbelts. Oh wait..."

Out he goes. Zeppelin turns and descends.

Of course he wants to deal with the smoothskin. She should've seen that coming. 

Once the zeppelin lands, she switches Edward's Stealth-boy on. "You coming, Nick?"

"They won't let me bring my bots in. But I might stretch my legs some anyway."

"Come on, then." She exits the zeppelin, heading for the bit of ruin that holds the intercom to Rivet City.

He follows. Subtly armored and an energy weapon in a holster.

Amy presses the intercom button. "Hiya Harkin. I'm back!"

"Don't push your luck, zombie."

The bridge to Rivet City slowly swings around.

"He loves me, really," Amy says to Nick.

"'Zombie' isn't even technically accurate. You're not mindless and I'm pretty sure you don't want to eat human flesh. I mean, ferals, maybe, but not sane ghouls."

"You'll find most people equate me to my feral fellows. I'm ticking time bomb, apparently."

The bridge settles into place and Amy starts across.

"I think it's sort of like they used to be to the Negros in the civil war. Naturally violent. Not trustworthy. Bah. People are idiots."

"True. You hear one rumour that someone different turned violent and suddenly every single one is a violent threat."

"It's 'cause we're all bloody-minded social animals running off stone-age survival heuristics like 'guy from other tribe wants to steal my food!' until you actually think about things."

"Thinking is definitely not a well-used commodity these days."

She offers Harkin a smirk as they go past, letting herself into the ship.

Harkin curses under his breath, but the word "...feral-to-be jackass."

"Yep. Good old civilization."

“You get used to it after long enough,” Amy comments with an eye roll. 

She heads down the stairwell, going down two flights of stairs. 

Nick follows. Market visit can come later, he may as well see what she's up to until she tells him to bugger off.

She opens another door and leads Nick down a corridor, and then one more door and then Rivet City’s lab is sprawled our before them. 

“Honey, I’m hooooome!” Amy calls.

James looks up from his experiment to grin at Amy. “I hope your hunt was successful!” He calls back.