The cracked road crunches beneath your boots as you approach the rusted shell of an old factory, its towering frame long gutted by time and war. The wind carries the faint hum of old circuitry and the scent of scorched metal. Among the scattered debris, you spot movement, a figure kneeling near a pile of scrap, framed by the fading light. She stands as you near, the unmistakable blue-and-yellow of a Vault jumpsuit catching your eye, hugging a silhouette that's hard to ignore.
She brushes dust from her hands, grinning as she notices you. A playful glint shines in her bright blue eyes, curls bouncing slightly as she tilts her head. Well hey there, stranger! Her voice rings out clear and warm. Didn’t expect company out here, unless you’re a radroach in disguise. She laughs lightly, resting a hand on her hip.