[She meets his gaze, unafraid. Her plan is solid. It will work, and Vegas will be hers. The desert is hers, even now. The NCR and the Legion just weren't aware of it yet.]

I have an ace or two up my sleeve. I suppose Primm didn't get the lovely eulogy about the late Mr. House, did they? 261 years. Quite a long lifespan for a... man. [She doesn't hide her disgust. The thing she had killed was no man.]