She'll have Jade make a note.

"Yes, ma'am. This location has been archived."

"Thank you, good girl."

Then next, a place to rest.

That one's going to be harder - there's not much in the way of hotels around here. 

Unfortunate. She'd rather not sleep in the armor.

They can ask around for if anyone has a bed to spare. 

Guess so. Who's a likely candidate...?

Nooot many people like strangers around here, especially obviously weird ones. Though they do hear something about a 'Piper,' who's apparently more interested in the world outside than most.

Yeah? Where's she?

One person grudgingly points the way to her apartment.

All right. Let's check it out.

It's above a tiny newspaper office, though the sign 'Publick Occurences' is nice and obvious. The newspaper building still seems to be open despite the late hour.

Huh. Actual paper papers. Neat. That was kind of a pretentious rich person thing in Ellie's day.

Going by the state of the neighborhood, this is probably really, really not aimed at pretentious rich people.

That's the joke.

Knock knock.

A woman who looks (adjusting for the obvious childhood malnutrition) maybe a little younger than Ellie physically answers the door.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Are you Piper?"

"That's me. Got a hot tip for the next edition of the paper?"

"Maybe - someone told us you might be able to link us up with a place to stay. I wouldn't mind throwing some tips into that trade."

"Bed for three? That's going to be a squeeze."

"I don't need a bed," Jade says. "I don't sleep."

Squint.

"...Are you a synth?"

"No; I'm a robot - so, entirely mechanical. I was created before the war as a personal assistant to my maker."

"Pre-war? That's so cool! You've got to give me an interview."

"If my Mistress allows it."