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The only woman in the Mojave who had enough balls to be jealous of the Courier’s attention was Cass. Which is not to say that she disliked the Courier. After knowing each other a few weeks, the two settled into a catty sort of friendship that they could both commit to peacefully. A few ‘oh these pants are too big for me, maybe they’ll fit you better’ and ‘I’m sorry sweetheart, the way he was coming on to me I didn’t know he was interested in you’ type of comments came between them every once in awhile, but for the most part they got on.

Lilly looked to the Courier fondly, calling her the prettiest of all her grandchildren. Occasionally Lilly even made queerly matronly remarks like ‘my baby’s not leaving the house dressed like THAT. You’ll draw all the wrong sort of attention, if you know what I mean,’ causing Gannon to snort and try to hide his laughter behind a book as Lilly marched the Courier back to her closet. If anyone else had dared to talk to the Courier like that she’d of had her foot crammed up their ass so hard that she could scratch her big toe on their front teeth, but Lilly was above reproach. That’s not to say that the Courier didn’t change back into her own clothes and sneak into the elevator when Lilly wasn’t looking. But don’t call that defeat; that’s just respecting her elders—which makes her even more awesome. Family values; fuck yeah!

Gannon had never been a particularly brave man. If you’d have come to him six months ago and told him he’d be stirring up factions and plugging Legion soldiers full of lead one day, he’d have involuntarily committed you. He hadn’t meant to join the Courier’s group—she looked like trouble, he decided the first moment he saw her in the Old Mormon Fort. Back then she wasn’t much; the stink of backwater ‘burgs like Goodspring and Novak clung to her and Boone was the only person trotting behind her. Still, his keen eye saw her potential. The Courier was just on the verge of blooming, and Gannon could feel her magnetism even back then. He tagged along mostly out of curiosity. In the coming weeks, he watched his life change in a dramatic, gun powder fashion with the sickening slowness of a person in a bad dream, but for whatever reason couldn’t bring himself to get off of this crazy train. It hit him on their first visit to Camp McCarren that this girl was good, like crazy good, at moving people. At that moment he came to accept the fact that he respected the hell out of her and would follow her to the ends of the earth. ‘Good god. Is this what it feels like to be whipped by a woman?’ he wondered that night at the campfire. ‘I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like it….’