Author's note: I do not own Fallout New Vegas, any characters or locations mentioned. All I did was give the Couriera name and a more detailed past.
It wasn't that Goodsprings was a bad town, it was the fact it reminded her of him. She misses the nights when they sat out drinking whiskey under the stars and how he smelled of gun oil and sweat after a day of drill at McCarran. With their grimy and blood-splattered clothes, some mistook them for prospectors, others, just a couple of mercs who lost their way. In reality they were a soldier and his wife traveling together from base to base, helping eradicate Legion forces.
He promised her once the war was over they would have a home. The Legion took that away. They took him away and now they are going to pay. But how is a widowed courier supposed to take on a vicious group of gladiators?
Now on top of this revenge fueled rage, she had another bone to pick with a different person of the male persuasion.
After the damned robot found her and left her at the Doc's, Alice started to ponder what her exact mission was. She was contractually obliged to deliver the silver chip to the Strip and with the package gone; Alice wondered what her husband would have done. Actually, she knew what he would have done and she didn't want to accept it. Just thinking of the bureaucratic bullshit and the red taped hoops her late husband would have chosen to dealt with made her head ache even worse.
"Doc," she called out to the older man near the fireplace, "Where is the closest Mojave Outpost to Goodsprings?"
"Primm, I do believe." He responded, "However, before you head out of town, you might want to ask around town to find out about that fella that did the damage to your noggin."