B19-3 gave a sigh as she looked around a bit trying to get her bearings. The young synth had just run away and was trying to find her way to safety and away from the institute. But now she had another problem on her hands she had to get help to get the tracker off her her and then get a hair cut. She had heard rumors about a group of people who helped synths like her who wanted to get away from the institute’s claws. As she walked B19-3 messed with the braid she had despite being okay with this hairstyle she always felt like it wasn’t her. One style she did like was the one she had saw on a female raider when she had to sneak past some. And well now she wanted to have a hair cut like that maybe it will make people think she’s not someone to mess with and cool. Still walking she wasn’t paying attention and felt herself run into someone “woah sorry” she says to them as she stumbled a bit.