"You might be surprised what I can make use of. I got this hunk of junk back in the air."

"I can assure you, a mere zeppelin pales in comparison to the work you'd have to do on-"

"James. Shut up." She kicks him lightly. 

"Don't mind him. He's had a long week."

"As you say. However, this is not a mere zeppelin. Not anymore."

“It’s certainly...upgraded, since last time.”

"Oh, so you noticed all the guns?" He says without any trace of sarcasm. "Actually, I found an advanced reactor thing, for emergencies. I could be in the New California Republic in thirty-six hours - if I wanted to spray radiation behind me the whole way."

“Well, you can’t make things any worse,” Amy smirks, gesturing at the Waste around her. She notices James attempting to get up, and sighs. 

“What time are you heading off this time?”

"Midnight. Or the arrival of hostile parties. Whichever is first."

Amy laughs. “Yeah, fair point well made. Well, if you can fend off the hoards, I have a favour to ask on behalf of-“ She nods over at James. 

"Hm. Well, it's always about the risk versus the reward. I'm not saying no, I'm saying if there's something you don't want to fight alone it'd better be a nice reward."

“Oh, I wouldn’t do anything without promising a reward. After all, I’m not doing it for free.”

She turns to head back to James, looping an arm back around his waist to help him up. She calls over to Nick. “You more of a beer guy or a whisky guy?

"I am not an alcohol guy. Chems are the mind-killer. If other people want to buy 'em, more power to 'em, but not me."

“All the power to ya, and more for me.” She salutes him and then they too head inside Rivet City. 

A few hours go by and Amy re-emerges. The sun has well and truly set.

Nick is doing things to a robot. Most everyone who wants to trade has come and gone already.

Amy takes a swig from a bottle of brown liquid as she heads over to Nick, stopping a little ways from him to search for something. 

Something shimmers towards her, like someone using a Stealth Boy. 

Amy smiles, and seemingly pats the air. She then goes all the way back to Nick. 

“What variety of macabre is this going to be?” She asks, frowning at the robot. 

"You have a shadow. I recommend the shadow backs off."

“You remember my little pal, Edward, don’t you?”

The shadow makes a nasal gurgle. 

Sigh. "Yes. And since you asked, I'm making space for a rocket launcher."

“Oh, wow. That is so cool.” She leans over to get a better look. “Much easier than carrying it yourself.”

"That is the point of using robots. They're incredibly stupid, though. The hard part is making sure it doesn't blow up its friends."

“That may be true for robots, but it’s also very true for humans as well. Raiders. So dumb.”

Shrug.

He picks his saw back up and bends over the 'bot again.