There was something to be said for someone who came into Goodneighbor looking to help people out instead of take something from them. When that someone was a little girl without any backup, someone else might just call them stupid. John, however, called them ballsy.

Most drifters who caused a stir didn't survive two days in Goodneighbor without joining a gang or dying. When John heard the ballsy babe was still around after two weeks he figured he should make a doctor's appointment. It was only polite.

He heard she was hunkered down behind Daisy's place. He was surprised, but not shocked. Daisy always was a good one.

He let himself into the officially unofficial clinic. It was crowded with so many other drifters that he had a hard time finding the ballsy babe responsible for this little operation. Quite a few of the patients were ghouls too, John noted with interest. He didn't know many people familiar with ghoul anatomy. Hell, ghouls weren't even familiar with ghoul anatomy.

Music was playing softly from somewhere in the crowded room; a small distraction from the coughs, murmurs, and a few laughs. He finally spotted someone out of the normal, but it looked like she'd seen him first. She wasn't dressed like a doctor, but he thought she was by the way she moved around the room with authority. She was wearing an oversized leather jacket and had a puffy head of short curls. Her dark complexion really brought out how her green eyes were glaring at him.

"I doubt you're looking to kick the habit," she said to him without so much as a hello. He noticed how she moved her jacket aside to rest a hand on her hip. Less than an inch away was a pistol and he had to smile at the warm welcome this gal was giving him.

"Nah," he chuckled and she raised an eyebrow, "I came for a physical." Now she was trying hard to keep her frown, but John could see she was losing the fight.

"Without an appointment?" she questioned, still trying to quell the smile that was pulling at her lips. He was sure his grin was feral now that she was playing his game. He knew he had a good feeling 'bout this little lady.

"I figured you could at least buy me a beer before you see me in my birthday suit. Seems like the civil thing to do," he leaned in a little. He was pleased that she didn't move away from him and now their faces were only a few inches away from each other. That was all it took for her to crack. She started laughing and pushed him back into his own space. He stepped back without a fight since he got a smile out of the lady.

Now she stared back at him with an open smile on her face, "What do you really want?" When John's grin widened at her question she was back to hiding her smile around a frown. "Why are you here?" she instantly changed her question. John shrugged internally. Her loss.

Before John could reply a woman's scream cut him off. The still nameless dame shot off like a lightning bolt. Might as well follow her, see what all the trouble is about.

Turns out childbirth is a bitch. The screaming woman in front of him was proof of that. Now John had seen some half-naked ladies in his day, but he had never seen a pregnant half-naked lady giving birth. Being a gentleman, he looked away to give the woman some privacy.

"Hold this," the little dame said as she threw her leather coat at him. John caught it with ease and looked at the patch on the back. Tunnel Snakes. Kinky.

When the pregnant lady started screaming again, John wondered if he should cut his losses and come back when a woman's privates weren't being manhandled by a baby. "You wanna be useful? Give Cassy your hand," the doctor ordered. John slipped the leather jacket on and gave his hand to the laboring woman. She gave out another screech and dug her nails into John's hand. He should have gotten out when he had the chance.