@nostalgicrobot
ćš§ćā Danielle hadnāt been in Sanctuary long, the vault dweller had seemingly picked her up from a bad situation and invited her to the settlement. She was friendly enough, but usually kept to herself, sitting out in the grass to read any overdue books or magazines she had picked up on her travels when she wasnāt helping fix up the buildings or generators around the place.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā As of now, the cyborg was doing just that, reading an old-as-dirt book under some new growth of a mutfruit tree for mild shade while she ākept watchā as a sentry. Danielleās ears pricked up slightly at the familiar sound of the Mr. Handyās engine hovering by.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āCodswerth, right?ā She asked, Texan accent drawling on the name,Ā āyou keepinā up alright on yer fuel supply there?ā Honestly she was a little bored; reading the same book for the sixth time while waiting for any encroaching dangers to the settlement could only entertain you for so long. She needed some kind of conversation.











