God it was hot, Fucking hot. Well, It wasn't the heat that got her. It was that damn yellow flaming ball in the sky. Technically it wasn't yellow it was white, if it was yellow everyone would be dead...

"Well more dead. Common misconception, the atmosphere makes the sun seem yellow." as she began to explain out loud.

She stopped walking.

"I'm talking to myself again, Dogmeat."

The dog wined in response.

"I CAN STAND HEAT!" she looked up as her four legged companion licked her hand, "Ever been in a room full of over heated computer servers TRYING TO FIX THE VIRUS YOU CREATED? I HAVE! IT WAS LIKE SITTING IN AN EXPENSIVE SAWNA!"

"I miss my computer. The thing never shot at me or insulted me," she began to list things off, "or spat on me or grabbed my ass, or UGH!"

She fell to her knees in frustration and began to pet dogmeat. She enjoyed squishing his face and pulling on his ears until he got annoyed.

"Who's my cute stinky little fur ball? You are! Guess who's getting a bath as soon as we get to Underworld? You are!" She said poking his wet nose.

Dogment groaned in response. He pulled back from her hands to shake his head and fix all the fur she ruffled.

His new master always tried her best to keep this side of her hidden away from other humans. She tended to become a completely different person when no one was around. But from lack of sleep and good water her real self would come bursting out no matter who saw. She had been awake for days with only winks of sleep in between.

She began to fiddle with her pipboy, "Come on boy, we're almost there."

His master stood up, dusted herself off, pushed up her glasses, and began walking once more.

He followed his new master.

A couple of feral ghouls and super mutants later they were finally at the doors of the Museum.

Just as she reached out to open them, she heard some foot steps running towards her.

"Hey tourist!"

A loud sigh escaped her lips and her head hit the doors. She was in no mood or shape to talk to anyone.

With her head still leaning against the large doors, she turn to face the female ghoul.

"...yes"

The ghoulette was going to ask her if she was fucking crazy. She just watched the smoothskin run straight into the super mutant trenches and right back out covered in blood and who knows what else. But closer up she could now tell she was about to fall over.

"Uh, you ok there smoothskin?" she finally rasped out, "You just ran into super mutant territory like you were making a house call."

She groaned, "I didn't see them."

"What?" the red hair ghoulette said as she nearly dropped her cigarette from her lips. "How could you not have seen them?" She paused for a bit, completely dumbfounded, "How..."

The smoothskin stood away from the door to face the female ghoul properly, "I have Myopia, or nearsightedness. I can't see much of anything unless it is within three meters of me."

The ghoul watched her as she pulled off her glasses to clean of some blood. She got a better look at her face without them on. She was quite pale except for the redness on her cheeks and nose. Her bangs covered most of her eyes and couldn't see much of them. She put her glasses back on and brushed her bangs to the side. Steel blue eyes she had with long dark eyelashes. They went well with her pale skin and long blond hair. She kept her hair neat and was braided to the side to keep out of the way.

The smoothskin reached out her hand, "Siren, and you are?"

The ghoulette hesitated for a bit but gave her hand a strong squeeze, "Willow, that's a strange name you have there."

She smirked, "Coming from a gal called Willow, yea sure it is."

Willow looked over Siren's shoulder to see a strange black case, "Is that what I think it is?"

This time Siren gave her a full smile, "Why, you play?"

She had straight white teeth. The whitest she has ever seen out in the wastelands. The smoothskin took off the bulky case and started to unbuckle it. She open the case enough for Willow to get a glimpse inside.

"Fuck no, but I haven't seen one in years! Why are you carrying those around?"

Siren closed up the case.

"I like to entertain and I get good caps for it too."

"I see where the name comes from now. Is that why you are here? To entertain some old ghouls, smoothskin?"

"Maybe, is there a bar in Underworld?" she responded happily.

Willow's expression changed back to worried, "Ah smoothskin, I wouldn't go in there if I were you."

"What, why?"

"The guy that runs it, Ahzrukhal, not someone you want to get to know."

"Geez, really? Well, I can handle one asshole." she said as she pulled that case back over her shoulder.

Willow scoffed at her comment," It's not just him you got to worry about, Its Charon. Ahzrukhal's dog that does all his dirty work." she threw the butt of her cigarette into the dirt.

Siren softly patted her own dog, "Well, I'll be careful. I have other business to take care of anyways." She reached into her side bag was about to pull out something.

Willow tensed up for a second, not knowing what she was going to pull out, "And what would that be?"

She pulled out a carton of cigarettes, "I got to deliver a letter for a friend. Do you know where I can find Carol?"

"Yea, she owns kind of a dinner and bar setup in Underworld. You can't miss it, if you do just ask Winthrop. You'll see him as soon as you enter."

Siren packed up all her stuff and handed the cigarettes to Willow

"Here, take them."

"What for smoothskin?"

"For taking time to answer my questions. Not a lot of people have been friendly to me since I got out of the vault."

She took the gift and Siren began to open the door.

"Wait, you're from a vault!" Willow shouted as she almost dropped the cigarettes.

The girl just laughed as she closed the doors behind her.