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To be frank, when Bandit awoke, she would be more than livid at herself for collapsing like she did. There was nothing weaker than passing out before a stranger. Of course, this was all assuming that she managed to live. Although she knew not what happened around her, inside Bandit's inner core felt safe. Perhaps content would be a more fitting word. Still, at least she wouldn't be some Deathclaw's meal tonight, or so she prayed.

With night just around the corner, Bandit gave her first sign of life. It was just a light stir -- a twitch, if you will. The timing could have been better, but the blond didn't realize her carrier was being held at gunpoint by an unusually handsome beau.

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(Note to self, never have a character faint. It's boring doing nothing.)