Snippet #1568147

The strange girl at the front of the bus had finished cleaning her Mr. Handy, and still no one had approached her. The quiet banter of those on the bus, surprisingly, seemed to calm her down just a bit more. She realized it, too, when she caught herself just staring out the window, watching the rain change the shape of the weaker parts of the landscape, dunes without foundation washed away and made anew. So much like real life, she realized, and she hoped she had a firm enough base to face whatever might come while working here. She believed she did, but how many of those dunes had as well?

The squeak of the air brakes startled her, and she looked quickly out the front window, ready to fight whatever had caused...that... She gulped and glanced towards the back of the bus, hoping no one had noticed. She realized they must be getting closer, and so she pulled Daddy to the edge of the seat, made sure her pack and her things were secure, and prepared to leave the bus. She wanted to be first off the bus; That many people, that many -men- having a chance to touch her when they walked by? She shuddered.

The moment the door opened, she was already activating the robot's hovering and following protocols and heading down the steps. She waited off to the side for Tobias to step down, and once he headed inside, so did she. Her green eyes widened once they stepped inside. She'd never seen such a large room completely cleared of rubble and actually -cleaned-. Nor had she seen so many people moving about, setting up the final touches of the buffet spread before them. The smells assailed her nostrils, almost like the cartoons she remembered from her days in the vault, and she pictures fingers pulling her closer by the nostrils. She was only too happy to move closer to the food as others started piling in.

The second her new second-in-command stopped talking, she grabbed a plate and as many warm or cooked things as she could. Roasted Mantis Legs, Brahmin Steak, and...A wasteland omelet? Seriously? She almost scooped the entire thing onto her plate, but decided to only take a large third before scurrying off into her own corner and sitting with her back to it, so she could watch everyone with minimal effort. The Mantis Leg she stripped quickly but carefully of its hard carapace, which she could surely find a use for later, and the steak she cut into bite size pieces before she actually took a bite of anything. Then slowly, savoring the food with every part of her, she enjoyed the food like she rarely had before. Every part of her, save her eyes, which were too busy watching the others to allow for more than the occasional glance. She felt like a wolf gnawing on a bone. She hoped she looked like it, too.