"I'm not punching through" Boone growled and reloaded his trusty (ratty) rifle.

Think Six, think!

"Six, it's your call" he wasted another bullet on the big hunk of metal and flesh currently making its way towards their hiding spot. It didn't even slow it down. Who the fuck outfits super mutants with armor?!

Frantically she began digging through her pack, trying to come up with something, anything, that would save their lives.

Cherry bombs, an empty pre-war book, a clipboard, a fork- Come on anything- A toy car, two pool balls (an 8-ball and a 2-ball), enough surgical tubing to tie up all the whores in Freeside-

"Six!"

"Shut up, Boone" she snapped, a note of panic had crept into her voice and she wasn't too proud to admit it "I can't think when all your voice makes me do is throw myself at you"

Aha! Gotcha!

Triumphantly she held up a stick of dynamite she'd conned out of Easy Pete's that time in Goodsprings. Explosives weren't really her thing. But hell if there ever was a time to learn, it was now.

She fished out the lighter out of Boone's breast pocket as he continued to waste ammo, lit the fuse and threw it.

She didn't have time to react as Boone grabbed her by the collar of her merc outfit and pulled her back into the side room they came from and palmed the locking mechanism.

A confused "stupid lady?" rang through the door followed the deafening roar of the explosion.

Six wished she'd been allowed a few extra minutes just sitting there to sort out her head, but Boone pulled her to her feet as soon as the last wet splat hit the ground outside and had her up against the wall.

"What kind of stupid stunt was that?" He growled "You got a death wish or something?" It was ironic coming from the angsty sniper. But she was still coming down from the adrenalin from the fight and the proximity of said angsty sniper didn't help her muddled brain.

He continued to speak quickly and angrily, but she couldn't focus on what he was saying to her, just that there were noises coming out of that pretty mouth of his.

Pretty noises from a pretty mouth. That brought a dizzy smile to her lips which only seemed to enrage him more.

When she didn't answer him, he snarled and pushed her harder against the wall and the back of her head met the cold steel wall. If he'd just move a little closer and she-

"Yeah?" He demanded.

Now he was asking her questions? Damn it! Say something good, be witty! Anything!

"Yes?" She said tentatively and resisted the urge to flick her eyes back down to his lower face. "Is the answer yeah?"

Uhu, which was obviously the wrong thing to say because he looked even more upset now and pushed away from her hard. (No, don't leave.) He began pacing back and forth while she rubbed the back of her head awkwardly.

"No? I meant no" she tried. He stopped and turned slowly towards her, his face unreadable.

"Were you even listening to me?"

Damn him and his hard questions!

She laughed awkwardly and looked away.

"I mentioned I was shot in the head, right?" She tried "Attention issues, eh-eh?" Truth be told, she had some trouble reading and the fancy scar across her forehead was it. No permanent damage that she was aware of.

Didn't mean she couldn't play the "Oh But I Got Shot In The Head"- card a few times.

"Did it also make you pull reckless stunts and almost get yourself killed?" He snapped and crossed his arms across his chest.

"No, that's all me" she said and grinned. "Where's the fun in life if you don't remind yourself that you're alive from time to time?"

"You're impossible" He sighed. "Let's get out of here before we run into more of these bastards"

"Aye aye, Sir"