Piper tapped her pen lightly against her lips, deep in thought. She didn't have much to go on from her interview with the vault girl, Aria. How old was she? 23? Older?
Piper didn't know, most of Aria's answers had a sarcastic tone and Piper guessed that this was most likely some kind of defense mechanism. But that just made her more interesting. What kind of women was she? Piper had wanted to know her story the minute she'd realized Aria was from a vault. Not like it was hard to figure out, since when they'd first met Aria had been wearing a vault 111 suit having not wanted to loot cloths from the dead.
Despite the sarcasm Piper hadn't failed to notice the sadness that had clouded the usually bright hazel blue eyes as Aria spoke about her missing son Shaun and her dead husband Nate. The sadness seemed to grip her like a fly stuck in a spider's web, until the dog beside her had shoved his muzzle into her palm bringing her back to the world around her. The story was tragic and had made Piper more invested in the women. She wanted to help her find her missing son, to find the people responsible for her husband's death. But Piper was just a reporter, what could she do? She's offered to travel with Aria in hopes of learning more about the mysterious women and hopefully to try and help her learn more about her missing son's was and if he was still alive. If nothing else Piper would at least know what kind of women was now leading the minute men and have an amazing story to write about.