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>Grab an MRE, hopefully she has a burger one, and whatever we don't eat we can trade.
>ask where her GUN SUPPLIER can be found
You pick up the plastic brown package of the MRE up in your hands--it's got a decent heft to it. You suppose it'll make for a half-acceptable alternative to your meal of choice, CANBURGERS (burgers in a can).
You have no clue how to inspect an MRE pack to determine if it has magnesium powder to produce exothermic heating to retool it into an incendiary, but the outside is all shiny, which is nice.
"You said you had a GUN SUPPLIER?" You look up from her goods. She sits cross-legged across from you, reclining into the sand. "Where are they at now? Might want to get something myself. For throwing at guys."
"Oh, uh.. from over where you came." Gun Runner thumbs over her shoulder. "Parabellum, Gun Kingdom's capital."
Well, figures.
"Speaking of.." Lub peers over your shoulder. "Is it really alright for you to come so close to Parabellum, Gun Runner?"
"It's fine. I'm not exactly in the city, am I?" The merchant shrugs. "I've been selling out here for a few days now. Gonna head East before anyone starts sniffing, though."
"I'll take this." You pick up the MRE and toss her some GG, GAMER GUIDES, the currency of choice of the wasteland. "Still deciding on anything else."
>Purchase the bayonet.
>Purchase COD 3.
>Point out that her skull tattoo can be mistaken for three bats on top of each other, which she doesn't seem to realize.
>Check inventory.
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