Amy watches Nick work for a few minutes, taking swigs of bourbon and occaisionally patting the stealthed centaur behind her. 

“So,” She starts, breaking the silence. “The favour I was gonna ask.”

"Do explain what you want my 'bots to shoot."

“You ever heard of a GECK?”

"...Serious business you're talking about, there. Maybe more serious than atom bombs."

(He's clearly intrigued, though.)

“James, the half-dead man I dragged past you earlier, needs one to finish Project Purity. It’s this thing he’s built inside the Jefferson Memorial like...nineteen years ago.”

She takes another swig. “It’s gonna purify all the water in the Potomac. Free, clean water for all. Nice thought, isn’t it?”

"If the world's ever gonna be like it was pre-war..." Sigh. "Yeah. Nice thought. Nice thoughts don't pay bills. If we cleaned up the world, wouldn't someone just blow it up again eventually?"

“Ha, yeah, I said the same thing to James. His response was ‘does that mean we shouldn’t try anyway?’” Amy puts on a gruff, idealistic voice. She then laughs. 

“I told him it was stupid. All of us are gonna be ghouls in few more years and by then no one’s gonna care about radiation.”

Something in her face hardens a bit. “Then he promised me a way to take down the Brotherhood, and a girl has to take that chance when she gets it.”

"I'm not saying 'no'. And maybe we won't blow it up again eventually. One can hope." He doesn't comment on ghoulishness. If he ever gets he fill of rads there's probably places in Canada or the empty Pacific he can go. The oceans are goddamn huge and surely aren't all radioactive.

“One can hope,” she agrees. 

She drains the last of her bottle, and throws it behind her. She hears it smash against a rock. 

“Here’s the deal. You help me find what Vault around here has a GECK, and I’ll plunder whatever else you want me to out of it. Tech, parts, whatever.”

"Well, I did get something usable out of the Gary fiasco... With the caveat that I will bug out - and try to get you too - if it gets too hot, and I won't go straight up against the Brotherhood for pretty much any reason, I think I can work with that."

“Can’t argue with that logic.” She holds out a hand to shake. “Won’t promise I won’t try and go toe-to-toe with the Power-Armoured jackasses but I won’t drag your zeppelin into it.”

"I appreciate it."

“Also, no shooting at Edward. He’s very peaceful. And I don’t want his new shirt getting holes.”

"If he doesn't do anything the 'bots decide is a threat, he won't get shot."

“He never has or will.”

She stares pointedly at the way in. “Welcoming me aboard, captain?”

"I don't have anything that could be considered accommodations. If you two are okay with sleeping in a corner of the hold you can come aboard."

She shrugs. “We’ve slept on worse.”

Gurgle of agreement. 

"Get in, then. I'm going to call it a day now. We can go where we need to shoot tomorrow."

"Sounds good!" Amy leads her stealthed companion to the door and lets them both in, reaching to a pocket of space to switch something.

Edward materialises, now wearing what appears to be a Christmas sweater, with a utility belt around his waist. One thing clipped to it is a Stealth Boy. 

He shakes his body, mouth-tentacles flapping wildly, and then bounces excitedly on his feet-hands.

Amy laughs, and reaches up to rub his head. 

"Any where off limits?" She asks Nick.

Gross.

"The doors will be locked and alarmed if so. Refrain from bothering me during takeoff preparations, if you please."

He unlocks the door from the terminal.

Amy salutes, then leads Edward inside, to a bare patch of floor big enough for Edward to lay down comfortably. She swings her pack off, leans it agains the wall. 

She settles against Edward, watching Nick.

He tidies up, sets things to guard mode, and retreats to other parts of the ship expeditiously.