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"It should be." Waterfront grumbled.

"A biosphere. Not "an"." Waterfront said.

"Keeps raiders out. Makes sense." Waterfront said.

''I'm used to it. Some things hurt FAR more.''

''... What do you mean?'' Waterfront asked, injecting the drug into her foreleg, letting out a sigh of relief.

''I know, Just gimme a sec.'' Waterfront said, sticking the syringe into her right foreleg.

''I know. I'm sorry. I can't control myself... I've got some issues.'' Waterfront said, levitating one of her syringes of Med-X from her saddlebags.

''I'm sorry, okay? If some robot insults me over my scars, I'm gonna freak out. It's not something I can control. I just... Freak out whenever someone mentions my scars in a negative context.''...

Waterfront hopped back onto the ground, her magic soon fading. ''I... I'm sorry. I lost myself there...''

Waterfront leaped up, clinging on to REM's chassis as she sent another surge of magic through his systems, twice as powerful. ''Those ponies you call low-class... At least they have some fucking...

Suddenly, Waterfront's horn let loose a burst of magic, surging through REM's chassis, the surge focused on his targeting systems, scrambling them.

Waterfront looked at the ground for a moment before trotting up to REM again, her horn crackling with magic. ''In the end, none of you ''high-class'' individuals are any better than the wastelanders...

''No. It's not. Just because I bear the scars of some 13 years of roaming the wasteland doesn't mean I'm ''low-class''. Do you think I just went like ''oh, let's scar my own body'' one day? Because...

''If you didn't mean offence, you should've thought about your words before speaking.'' Waterfront said, suddenly stopping dead in her tracks.

''... I'm dirty, I admit. That's because I'm a wasteland wanderer. But these scars... Do you think I wanted these scars?'' Waterfront said, trotting up to REM.

''And what's that supposed to mean?'' Waterfront asked.

''Yeah? And why am I ''low-class'', then?'' Waterfront said.

''... Is that supposed to be an insult?'' Waterfront asked.

''Almost there. Good. Say... Is there like a bar or something around there?'' Waterfront asked.

''Yeah...'' Waterfront muttered, feeling ashamed for some reason.

''I've got a few, too... Never know when it might come in handy.'' Waterfront said.

''Painkillers...'' Waterfront quietly muttered before absentmindedly levitating one of her own syringes of Med-X from her saddlebags.

''Yeah. That's a decent bit, indeed. And Med-X...?'' Waterfront said.

''When I found Hope, she only had her Pipbuck with her. It's hard to take the thing off without wrecking it. Near impossible, really.'' Waterfront said.

'"It honestly doesn't surprise me, actually.'' Waterfront said.