Moira Brown of Craterside Supply in Megaton is sweeping up her shop while an awkward silence, a silence all too familiar to Moira, encompasses her and her mercenary hired to protect the shop. Moira looks up from her sweeping and smiles at her mercenary but to no avail. He simply leans against the wall with no expression.

"I'm waiting on another one of the Lone Wanderer's hauls." Moira says trying to break the silence. The mercenary is still emotionless and continues to lean against the wall. Moira tries again to initiate conversation.

"I tell ya, that Lone Wanderer brings more than the caravans ever do. All of the wares I sell of his usually fund all of my experiments. I wish he'd bring more wares from Point Lookout and The Pitt though. All of his exploits are broadcast through the radio and I know there is some crazy stuff out there."

The mercenary is still silent. Moira lets out a sigh and continues sweeping all the while waiting for the ever approaching caravan and Lone Wanderer shipments. As she sweeps it finally occurs to her that sweeping in silence, awaiting shipments, and conduction the odd experiment is all her life holds and that she will die alone and unfulfilled. She drops her broom, opens her locker, and retrieves a 10mm pistol. She slowly raises it to her head and looks at the mercenary.

"You don't have to do that." The mercenary says. "There are enough dead bodies out there."

Moira lowers the gun and begins to chuckle.

"It was just an experiment to see how different people react to seeing possible suicide!" Moira exclaims.

"Oh." The mercenary says.

Moira laughs nervously and continues to sweep in silence. As the minutes pass to hours one solemn tear rolls down her cheek and she quickly wipes it away.