ATOM BOMB BABY !

polishing off the rest of her drink with a single swallow, she leans back in her chair as the other woman approaches the tables in the back of the bar, gaze half-lidded. but for all her pretenses of relaxation, her hand strays just within reach of the pistol holstered at her waist. upon first observation, the stranger appears capable enough, even if she does seem a bit out of her depth. ( are those caps she hears jingling in her pockets ? ) rather than comment, however, jyn waits. if she's here for a hired gun, she'll find her way over. eventually.

           GOOD HELP WAS HARD TO FIND. Presently, it seems like a wild understatement. Leonie's search has taken her to every grime-infested crime-ridden hellhole looking for clues, leads, and (optimistically) assistance, to no avail. It seemed that if she wanted help, she'd have to pay for it. She's been directed to a specific bar in search of a specific mercenary, after being told that was her best bet. Erso. It feels like pulling teeth, asking around to get an answer as to which of the bar's denizens bore that name, but eventually she has her pointed out.

FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS

The thing about June 7th is that to everyone else, it's just another day in the Wasteland. Caravans travel to and fro, a settlement needs protecting, raiders and super mutants terrorize people trying to make it another day. A birthday doesn't mean much to anybody, and Six doesn't mind that. It's a gift to be up and about, anyhow.

But Leonie -- Leonie surprises her. For all that Six never seems to be without something to say, she's well and truly speechless as she stares at the cake in wonder and awe. She wouldn't believe it was for her if her name wasn't written on it.

"It's the most beautiful thing I ever saw," and she means it, too -- maybe not to old world standards, but it looks home made, and that's the charm of it -- care was put into this cake and it shows. Tears prick at the corner of Six's eyes, and she hides her mouth behind her hand because she knows her smile is crooked and goofy, "You have lovely handwritin', Leonie. This is so thoughtful, I'm absolutely beside myself."

She'd hug it to her chest if it wouldn't destroy the hard work. Instead, she hugs Leonie and fights away the warnings and anxiety that flood her for getting too close to Brotherhood again. She wipes the corner of her eye and fixes the Lancer with doleful puppydog eyes.