moseying on over to freeside from westside, and previously camp mccarran, was - a slow burn . . . to say the very least. course, the botched monorail, due in no small part to boone's itchy trigger finger, ensured no direct passage strip-bound. but internally, such hindrance only served as a rare sigh of relief best kept to herself. honestly, she's surprised the ncr still tolerate her after that entire fuckin' debacle. beatin' that centurion to death, namely. ( coulda' sworn she saw boone smile after that one - or perhaps that was wishful thinking ) and the aforementioned . . . uh, decommissioning of their rail cart. though she can only guess the ncr still believed in good ol' a. for effort. 'course she ain't ever said that she doesn't make mistakes. in fact, that seems like all she does nowadays. though at the very least she'd gotten mr. silus to squeal before scatterin' his teeth . . . not to mention finding out just who their little mole was. didn't even have to waste an ncr bullet on 'im neither. n' that's what she calls a win win, in her book.
either way, after rolling through sharecroppers, she'd ended up trapped within vault 22. subsequently pick-pocketing a password off some batshit doctor in a panic. ( even despite, uh. grudgingly submitting to keely's request regardless. just . . . not because she told her to ). and once she'd finally taken care of those fiend bounties, she'd ultimately made the trek here. now purposefully lingering just outside of the strip's gate. making her rounds and offering up her services. hoping to once again lead her further back south, or just suck up a bit more time.
red hair is worn loosely about her shoulders, cowboy hat firm upon her brow. all made complete by a matching, worn duster. having only given the wrangler a dubious once over before meandering over to chat up francine. thankfully managing to secure a few collection jobs in the process.
pushing off from the bar, she initially ends up eyeing a line of slot machines. though on her way, it seemed that life ( as per fuckin' usual ) had other plans.
jaw notches - a brow quirking at the nudge of the seat in offering. lips in a thin line while considering such a statement. "yeah. i could buy that." she replies, not even bothering to glance around in pursuance of someone who might have appeared even more on the level. knowin' she's talked to far shadier people for way less.
palm presses onto the back of the chair as she circles it, eventually sinking into the hard surface. staring at the woman across from her for a stretch before inquiring. "so . . . ya' want somethin' from me ? or are ya' just that lonely?"
