[Sibyll was also quite fond of Goodsprings. There was no way she could ever repay Doc Mitchell for helping her. All she could do was ensure that the town saw continued prosperity. In Sibyll's mind that meant that she indirectly saw to an increase into the town's economic health. No matter how Snake felt, the courier was certain that what they were about to do would help everyone. And in return, all of that would help herself.
She wasn't nearly as nervous as one ought to be when planning an assault on a Deathclaw lair. She almost seems eager to test her skills against the deadliest creature the wasteland had ever spat out. She was confident that they would win.
With a cordial nod towards the foreman, Sibyll changes her path towards the Sloan barracks. On the way, she reaches out to pet the tamed molerat.]
We'll rest for a few hours, then start hunting.
[She can't mask it now. The crazy woman is actually looking forward to this in some way.]
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She wasn't nearly as nervous as one ought to be when planning an assault on a Deathclaw lair. She almost seems eager to test her skills against the deadliest creature the wasteland had ever spat out. She was confident that they would win.
With a cordial nod towards the foreman, Sibyll changes her path towards the Sloan barracks. On the way, she reaches out to pet the tamed molerat.]
We'll rest for a few hours, then start hunting.
[She can't mask it now. The crazy woman is actually looking forward to this in some way.]