Oddly enough, Veronica's segments at this point in the series are the shortest. This will change.
Freeside
"You're from the Brotherhood of Steel." Meda said after a long moment.
Well, it wasn't as though Veronica had flat-out told her as much. Oh wait, she had. "Yep."
"And you hate the Legion." Meda went on.
"I'll give the speech again if I have to, you know. Don't make me give the speech again." It had been a good speech, too.
"Okay, okay." Meda shrugged, still leading the group out of Freeside. "Honestly? Unless you told me you were actually a Legionnaire—unlikely, given the lack of a Y-chromosome—you're okay in my books."
That wasn't exactly what Veronica had expected.
Then Meda started backpedaling. "I mean, I was born in the NCR, yeah, but I kind of left for a reason." She paused, rubbing her neck. "More job opportunities for one, but I didn't like a lot of the people in charge back in California. Kimball, for example."
"So you didn't get thrown out after an incident involving the ammunition stores like you told Boone?"
"…Um, that happened too." Meda laughed nervously. "But seriously, if it was just me being an idiot, I'd probably still be there. Did you tell Boone about the whole Brotherhood thing?"
"I'm not that stupid." Veronica said dryly. "The First Recon badge on his hat is kind of a giveaway."
The man in question was far ahead of them, being accompanied through the outskirts of New Vegas by ED-E and the King's dog, who was a real sweetheart once you got past the fact that he could bite a man's arm off. There had been a bit of an incident regarding the aforementioned hat and Rex's sensibilities, but they had eventually gotten it sorted out after telling Rex that, no, it wasn't a hat—it was a beret, and that made it all better. And Veronica's was a hood, so he wasn't allowed to hassle her about it.
"And if he asks?" Meda pointed out.
"Well, if he didn't think you were a mercenary with the outfit you have on, I don't think he's going to bother me about my robes." Veronica said.
Meda giggled. The mercenary outfit didn't really suit her at all—mostly because the woman she'd pulled it off of had been about six inches taller and had, before an energy blaster had disintegrated her inside her clothes, been the curvy type. Meda was a stick in comparison. "So true. Well, Veronica, are you going to need to head back to the Brotherhood of Steel anytime soon?"
Given that they assigned me to be a procurement specialist for the foreseeable future? "No."
"…Is something wrong?" Meda asked.
Veronica knew when to put on a brave face. This was one of those times. "I'm fine, Meda. Thanks for asking, though." Though… "Um. This is kind of a big deal for me…"
"Yeah?"
Well, get it out quickly. It's probably better that way. "If you ever find a really pretty dress—you know, like the ones the White Gloves wear—could I have it?"
Meda blinked. Then, as the realization hit her, she began to smile. "Definitely. I'm sure we'll find something."
"Thank you!" Veronica nearly squeaked. Yes!
"No problem." Meda was still smiling. "Let's catch up with the boys before they get in over their heads fighting geckos or something."