Ember was pretty damn sick of having guns being pointed at her. Every place she went, at least one person had the will to stare down the sights at her. It was beyond annoying to her. The thought of possible death didn't come to mind at the sight of a gun's barrel pointed her way. She had survived a 9mm shot to the head, give or take a few scratches on her moral compass/conscience and being void of any past memories. The courier had survived it and was not going to back down at the sight of someone inching to pull the trigger.

Once she arrived in Novac she didn't know why, but she thought this little community of people would be different from the rest she had encountered on her journey. Maybe it was the friendly Miss Jeannie May who greeted her with such a bright attitude that it made Ember feel at ease for the first time since she had left Doc Mitchell's house. Or the way Cliff Briscoe automatically gave her a discount at the small mention of the name. Perhaps it was the way the bed of her rented room allowed her to slip easily into a dreamless sleep. It seemed like a slice of heaven to her.

Whenever Miss Jeannie May suggested during a brief chat in the morning that Ember go visit one of the town's snipers, the courier guessed that this would lead to a lot more than a lovely conversation about where the checkered suited man was. Of course she was right. The former 1st recon sniper sent her up the road from Novac to deal with the ghoul problem and promised to tell her information about the man who attacked her.

Midnight, three days later, she re-entered the town more annoyed and confused than she had ever been. Not remembering Miss Jeannie May or Manny's information about there being another sniper who took the night shift, she trudged up the stairs inside of the dinosaur and swung open the door. Just as the words, "Manny, I fixed your fucking problem. Now tell me-", were coming out of her mouth, her eyes spotted a hunting rifle being pointed towards the direction of her face.

The hushed voice of the man behind brought her attention away from her unknowing stare down with the weapon. "God damnit! Don't sneak up on me like that." He lowered the gun and Ember felt his gaze attempt to take in as much information about her as it could in one pass. "What do you want?"

With the weight of the last three days on her shoulders combined with the annoyance with a welcoming gun to the face in a place she thought could be considered safe, anger boiled inside of the courier as she glared at the sniper. "Nothing." She spit out and walked out the door, slamming it shut before she descended down the stairs.

It was only whenever the door to her room had been locked and her rifle placed in an easy to reach position that Ember allowed herself to curl up on the bed and sob. The past days had overwhelmed her physically and mentally. Thoughts that attempted to make sense of what had happened only made her head ache more. There was no way for her to completely comprehend what the simple task of clearing out ghouls had turned into.

But as she drifted into an unhappy sleep, she knew one thing for certain:

That after only meeting him for three seconds, she hated Craig Boone.