The janitor woman with the dark hair then came back in with her mop and bucket. She moved in to his old cell slowly and began to clean. Silus leaned back, feeling cocky from winning out over Boyd and having breakfast. He then chided the cleaning woman "You know, if you let me go, I could see to it you're not sold as a slave to someone who will beat you to regularly. Obviously you know how to clean, so you're half way to pleasing someone in your new life of servitude."

Silus listened closely as the woman sloshed water around in his cell for the next few minutes. Her lack of a response began to annoy him more than Lt. Boyd's constant sarcasm. He then said clearly, "You know it's polite to speak when spoken to, girl."

The woman then pushed her bucket out of the cell and finished mopping the rest of the floor. She whiped some sweat from her head and stepped back to look at Silus in the prison. She seemed to be studying him, and he responded with normal sullen expression, his face hawkish and gaunt.

"You know...slavery can take many forms," she stated tiredly "one could say, meet a nice fellow with a life long contract with a caravan company...Marry him, lose him, then get stuck paying off his debts. Indentured servitude for what will probably be the rest of her life, because she married poorly. She won't see a future for herself, or have enough time to drink, date, or do anything but knit socks to sell for extra food money. All she will see in front of her is slavery at the hands of strangers, or contractual slavery at the hands of people that are supposed to be the hero's in this story."

Silus looked at her blankly for a few seconds, rarely having ever heard a woman so easily accept her fate. He thought then how lovely she'd look in a slave collar cleaning his floor,and glared at her with a smug intensity. "So I suppose this is the part where you tell me how the Legion is responsible for your husband's death."

The woman then rolled her eyes and started shoving her bucket towards the door "If your Legion is now recruiting death claws, then yes. It's all your fault."

Silus snickered and said "Well, you could always end up as a free woman with us...Of course. With the right motivation for an honest Soldier to make you one."

Then woman the paused and turned around, still holding on to her mop. She seemed to be looking through him, considering something. Slowly she drug the bucket towards him and began to mop the floor to look busy and said "Lets say I'm willing to listen to your crazy proposals...because lets say a big conference some of the Brass down stairs is having is slowing up my cleaning schedule...What do you have to offer me?"

He watched the woman with the green eyes and dark hair, looking for some sign she was a plant from Boyd sent to make him crack. She looked confident, but lacked the somber authority that most soldiers possessed.

He then said to her with a touch of sympathy in his voice "We're both in loosing situations here. I'm stuck in here because I didn't kill myself like a good Legionary would, and you're stuck under a horrible contract. Now I can go back to Cesar, but I will have to have something that will justify my decision to live.
Lets say if you could get me a uniform, a cell key, a gun, and some information that would give me a bargaining chip...I could make sure that when Legion takes McCarran you're in a good position to no longer be a slave."

The woman then laughed like he'd just told her an awkward joke. She then pushed her hair out of her face with her rough hands, and looked over at him. "Lets say I could...Lets say I came in here with a hidden gun, a uniform under my clothes, and some military plans I lift from Hsu's desk...Lets say I get to close to the cage and you knock me out, and leave me on the floor helpless, taking my universal janitor's key int he process...could you really promise me that when McCarrin is taken, I won't be raped, beaten, and used as a slave?"

Silus blinked at her a little surprised she gave up that easy, but from what she had told him she had been on the loosing end of the NCR bureaucratic system for awhile now. He then leaned in and whispered to her, "I can see to it that special arrangements are made, concerning...Well what IS your name?"

She then leaned in closer to him, and whispered in a sweet timber, "Maude."

"I could see to it, Maude, that for doing a Centurion such a favor, that you are spared the destruction that will befall the other dissolute when the time comes."

Maude then nodded and moved back, pretending to spot mop a little bit. As she made her way out she said, just audible to him, "I guess tomorrow morning will be interesting then."

She then picked up her bucket and turned the corner, and as she did she met eyes with an annoyed looking Lt. Boyd. The look in the Lieutenant's eyes made her stand still in fear, and she waited quite a few seconds, waiting for a sign that Boyd had heard something damning.

Boyd then said with a cruel tone "What's the legionary want from you little mop girl? Is he offering you sugar and slave collars? Or making promises he surely can't keep?"

Maude then looked at her feet and feigned embarrassment. She coughed a second to delay responding to the Lieutenant and then looked up and shot a wicked smile at her "Well...if you consider not having me killed when Legion wins, in exchange for a blow job, then yeah...guess he is making me promises he probably won't keep."

The Lieutenant then laughed and drew from her ever present cigarette, making Maude wonder if she ever stopped smoking. Boyd then moved very close to Maude and said to her with a low chesty rumble "You know, if he likes you,and you could get him to talk...well, I'm not making any promises, but I'm sure some years could get shaved off of any contract you have."

A green eye moved up and lifted a brow into a curious look "Well, how many years do you think that would be worth then?"

"Oh, I dunno, four, maybe five years. It could be a good deal to one of you Crimson Caravan types."

Maude felt her expression sink a little, she looked down at the mop water and started to push the bucket down the hall. Four or Five years on a life time contract was like offering to drain a damn by drinking a few hand fulls.

"Well Boyd, maybe you should offer him that blow job, cause let me tell you...It seems the only thing he has to offer me is bad breath and wasted time.."