That afternoon the escaped slaves arrived, as expected, and got to work restoring the place and making it livable.
"Please, feel free to stay here as long as you like." Hannibal, the freed slaves leader replied with a smile when Anastasia explained their plan.
The slaves scavenged mattresses from the surrounding wastes, and they had a few they'd brought along with them from their old hideout. Anastasia and Charon dragged theirs over by one of the fires to discuss plans. They decided to take on the trenches on the other side of the monument next, which were filled with Super Mutants.
Anastasia flopped down to go to bed, but Charon moved over to the bonfire with the others for a drink. He sat by one of the men and took a swig of beer.
"So, how'd you score that?" one of the guys asked, motioning toward Anastasia's sleeping form.
"What?"
"Well you're…y'know, not exactly beautiful, no offense, and she's pretty damn smokin'."
"Wait. You think we're together?"
"Aren't you?"
"No."
"So you've never done anything?"
"That's correct."
"Nothing? You're just traveling together?"
"Yes."
"So…she's single?" Charon glared at the guy.
"Not at all." He left.
The sun hadn't risen yet when Charon woke Anastasia. He said nothing, just handed her weapons. She pulled out her laser rifle and stood up, and the two headed out.