@tragicblood.
He’d been playing guide to Faye for a little over a week now, and had been as consistent in his scattered words of wisdom as he had been in his usual long stretches of silence. Nick Valentine wasn’t entirely sure what to make of her yet, although he’d picked up bits and pieces in her demeanor that she probably didn’t know she’d dropped.
She was a mercenary, though she seemed to have more morals than most, though the freshest fruit in a barrel of rotten apples didn’t have a wide margin of appeal.
She was also pretty good at scavenging, if the way they were taking apart a boathouse by the shore said anything about it. Nick was hardly opposed to it-- he needed a few things. Notably some fresh nuka-cola from a cooler tucked in an old fridge. “There we are,” the synth sighed.
“You wouldn’t believe how useful this stuff is if you’re not drinkin’ it.”