"Rad-X," He breaths. Kate shakes her head and fumbles around, searching for the pill bottle. Its become almost ritual. When Charon feels an inclination of radiation, she has to take one. Its a non-negotiable thing. Especially since their last trip inside the Metro left her with a bad case of radiation sickness. Charon had never looked so upset. "Do you want to look like this?" He had growled, gesturing to himself. Kate hadn't given an answer. She had never minded Charon's appearance, or that of any other ghouls. But to Charon, her becoming one of them was the worst possible thing that could happen. She had asked him once, and only once if she could become a ghoul. It wasn't that the idea of being one particularly appealed to Kate. They certainty had it harder than anyone else out in the wastes. Plus, the way Charon had described the discomforts of the process. There was also the fact that he had once said, "Ghoul women have it much harder." Kate had never inquired as to why. In a way, she felt that she didn't have to. At her question, Charon had seemed to almost seethe with anger. Kate knew he had held himself back, but he responded by snarling, "Don't you ever say that again." He hadn't asked what it was, but to Kate her main motive was living longer. Charon was certain to outlive her, maybe by a hundred years. For some reason the thought of a hundred more years without him bothered her. It wasn't that Kate worried Charon would go on to find something, or someone better. In fact, she hoped that he would live many long and happy days after her death. It just bothered her. She wanted to be with him, and being a ghoul would prolong that amount of time. Kate pops the small duel colored pill, reminding herself that he just wants to keep her safe. It isn't that Charon wouldn't love her if she were a ghoul, its that he wants to protect her. To Charon, he is just doing his job.