Okay, so it IS serious junk we're dealing with. Fine.

[She pauses, thoughtful.

Had he asked her that question a few months ago, she'd have said no one. But things are different now: she did have a team at home. Hard to believe she'd give a shit about anyone again, but wasn't it hard to believe that she'd ever find the Vault at all?]

In a sea of snotty rich assholes, people who wanna burn me at the stake or turn me in for a bounty, lunatics whose brains've been fried enough to make human flesh taste like filet mignon to 'em--

There's maybe a handful of guys who're all right.

I'd help for them, I guess.