Fifteen minutes later, Verita was outside the Doc's house, her eyes straining to adjust to the Mojave afternoon sunlight. Her mind was abuzz with the information Doc had given her. The courier part felt right to her, like it had been something she had chosen herself to do. It also explained her only memories left, being tied up and looking up into the eyes of a snake. Who this man was no longer important to her, though she had a feeling she would find out some point. What was important to her was finding the cretin and wiping him from the Mojave as soon as she got her package back.
Pulling herself from her thoughts she started down the path from Doc's, thinking to follow his directions and talk to Sunny Smiles. Though Verita was pretty sure she would be fine, she didn't want to test her luck. As she made her way to the saloon she spotted a robot rolling through town. Remembering what Doc had said about a robot rescuing her the female jogged up to the machine and tapped it's casing. The large robot turned to face her the screen flickering then showing a cartoon cowboy. "Well howdy there partner. I didn't think I'd be seeing ya so soon. The name's Victor."
"Hello Victor. Thank you for pulling me out of that grave. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Verita replied to the overly friendly robot, part of her confused about the robot. Who would program such a friendly personality into what appeared to be a security model robot? Without seeming to run the request through his processors the robot did a small sway. "Well sure little lady. What did ya need to know?"
"Did you see the men that shot me?" Verita asked, her sultry voice taking on a distrustful tone at the speed of his agreement. The robot paused at her question however, causing the slight woman to want to roll her eyes and doubt the machine would be of any assistance in the long run. "Fancy pants? Sure did. Didn't like the look of him or his pals."
Verita thanked him and started away, feeling that there was no way of getting any true information abut the man who had attacked her from the tin can. She walked to the Saloon, muttering a bit under her breath as she pushed open the door inside. As the door slammed behind her the sound of a animal snarling had her reaching to her waist for a side arm her instincts said should be on her hip.
"Down Cheyenne," came another female voice, younger sounding than her own and pulling her gaze up to look at the owner's face. "This must be Sunny Smiles." Verita thought to herself, her hand lowering from her hip as the girl looked to her and smiled. "Hey there. Don't worry she won't bite unless I tell her too."
"Reassuring... Are you Sunny Smiles?"
"Sure am. Whatcha need?" the younger woman asked as she leaned over to pet the dog beside her. Verita watched the girl for a few moments before shifting and looking away, staring at the Pre-War jukebox in the corner. "Doc Mitchell sent me. Said you could show me a few basics in keeping alive since my memory is gone."
Sunny smiled at the courier before her, causing the woman to shift again a bit in embarrassment. Something told her that she wasn't used to asking for help, more accustomed to leading the pack so to speak. However with her memory all but gone she knew she would need the help this time. "Sure. Why don't ya meet me out back and we can get a start on teaching you how to shoot."
Surprised Verita looked back to the other woman, noticing the friendly smile on the protector of the small town before nodding once. Sunny moved past her, heading towards the bar area and the courier followed behind her quietly. People expected things for helping you don't they? How would she pay this girl back after the lessons were done. This was her last thought as they went out into the blinding Mojave afternoon.