There’s a small moment of confusion on her face before it is replaced with the same recognition. Kira smiles a bit, impressed that he remembered her at all.
Even if incorrectly, it was close enough.
“Kira, but yeah.” She nods happily, “It’s been awhile, I honestly didn’t expect to see you ever again!” A small giggle escapes her, “I’m afraid I cannot recall your name, I’m horrible with names. But I remember, from Concord right?”
Carlos hummed softly, though he was still a bit shaken by
the question.But as she talked about the Super Mutants he just frowned
even more, very confused and at least a bit fearful on her part. “I… I guess I’ll
take your word for it,” he said. “But, uh… you’re right – I’m not gonna go and
try for anything… like that with them. It’s a miracle you’re here to tell about
it, if… if you don’t mind me saying.” To think that there was a chance she
wouldn’t be here, offering him caps for books
of all things… Carlos would rather not think about it.Carlos didn’t exactly seem very pleased with her story, but Supermutants weren’t pleasing in themselves. Nor did Kira find the story to be pleasing either.
“I don’t mind you saying because I know it to be true.” She sips the tea from her cup with a small sigh. “They almost did get me though, and sometimes when I wander by, there are shots fired in my direction. Sometimes they are inclined to stop, sometimes they don’t recognize me and I have to sprint out of the area. It’s… risky, even for me. So yes, I imagine you wandering through would be no walk in the park. So I will pay you as we agreed. It’s difficult getting here and sometimes it’s difficult to get in here.”
Kira nods a bit, taking a look out the window to his side, watching the people stroll on about.
“Originally, what did you come here for Carlos? Trading? I know I snatched you up off the street kinda quickly. I hope I’m not putting you off of your original purpose here.”
Carlos drank a bit of his coffee and looked at her. “Yeah… I was here for trading,” he said. “I was working with the Mr Handy at that general store, trying to haggle a bit. The prices for salvage are better here… but supplies are also more expensive too.” He then shrugged a bit. “At least that Moe guy seemed happy with the batting helmet I found, though he seems to be sorely mistaken about what ‘baseball’ is… how does someone who lives in a baseball stadium not know what the sport is?”
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