They arrived back at the Memorial to find their beds taken up by two bleeding wastelanders, and they found themselves surrounded by a lot more people than they remembered.
"Thank god you're here!" Hannibal cried when he saw them.
"A caravan of new settlers was coming in today, but a lot of them got caught in crossfire at the capital building, please help these two so no more die!"
Anastasia jumped into action, grabbing some stimpacks and immediately addressing the main wounds.
"Charon, I need some cloth!"
Charon immediately ran to the old slaver's room where their stuff was and ran back with a few outfits, which he shredded with his combat knife. Within half an hour the two wastelanders were stabilized, and Anastasia sighed in exhausted satisfaction. After several grateful "thank you"s, Anastasia and Charon went down to their room to check on their stock and to get some food.
Anastasia collapsed on arrival, throwing herself down on the bed. Talking into the mattress she said,
"That was way too much stress for one day." Charon snorted, and she looked up.
"Did you just…you thought that was funny and you're still not smiling. Can you smile? Do you know how?"
"You're going crazy." Charon replied nonchalantly, handing her a box of Cram and a Nuka-Cola. She took a swig of the soda and sat up.
"You're probably right. But we're doing this anyway."
"Taking the capital building?"
"Hell yeah."
They ate in silence, ravenous with hunger.
Afterwards, Anastasia stood up.
"You need to go to sleep." Charon said, picking up their empty bottles and boxes.
"I need a fucking wash. I haven't been out of this goddamn armor in a week." Charon glanced at her. "If you really need me, I'll be on the opposite side of the reflecting pool, and make yourself known, because I'll shoot anything that doesn't talk."
Charon listened to the door close.