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  • Hello?
  • Take your time.
  • You all right?
  • Feel free to come back anytime.
  • Hey, no rush.
  • {Nervous} Look, if you ask me, Valentine is a good guy. Saved a lot of lives. But other people think he's just going to bring the Institute's attention.
  • No problem.
  • All right.
  • It all depends on where and what you need to protect.
  • {barking sales pitches in the marketplace to a crowd of about half a dozen people} Don't be caught dead! Protection from Commonwealth Weaponry.
  • {Nervous} So, you understand? I can't just stick my foot into other people's business. Sorry, but what if the Institute is involved?
  • Small semi-automatic with a good holster is what you're looking for.
  • {store is closed and you're relaxing around town} You have kids? My daughter's shy, but oh lord, she goes through books like mad.
  • {barking sales pitches in the marketplace to a crowd of about half a dozen people} We got small arms, long arms, ammunition!
  • If you're looking to keep your load light, we can shoot the breeze about the old-fashioned pistol, or anything else you need.
  • I can sell you a properly machined grip at a discount, and you can install it yourself.
  • {Puzzled} Mistaken, huh? Okay. Whatever. Well, my name's Arturo, and I sell protection if you're here to buy.
  • {feeling guilty about not helping, changing your mind, but still nervous talking about it / Depressed} Nah, look, put the money away. I'll... I'll help you.
  • {Concerned} Yeah, well, good luck. Hope you find your kid.
  • {a man has another man at gunpoint, you're in the crowd watching / Nervous} Keep your head down. There's trouble...
  • {Mayor McDonough revealed to be a Synth and is dead or gone / Depressed} You know, I sold McDonough that gun he had. If I had known what he was... *sigh*...
  • {Nervous} I said, they're machines that look like humans. Some of them you can't even tell the difference.
  • {store is closed and you're relaxing around town} Hey there. You should stop by my stall in the morning. Commonwealth Weaponry.
  • Another time then.
  • Anyway, good luck finding your kid.
  • {store is closed and you're relaxing around town} I've been dealing guns all my life. So did my dad. One day, my daughter's gonna pick up the mantle.
  • {Irritated} It was just a friendly warning. Some of us live here, okay?
  • Everything I got will keep you safe.
  • Got some great stuff if you're interested.
  • I'll be here if you need me.
  • {generic "coming from another conversation and getting back to business" line} Hey, why don't we get back to talking weapons?
  • {barking sales pitches in the marketplace to a crowd of about half a dozen people} Need some custom hardware? We got a free workbench for all your modifications. Scopes, clip sizes, barrels.
  • The alley behind the market. There's a detective agency. Valentine's. You'll see the signs.
  • Sure. Let me know.
  • Sure. No pressure.
  • If you're thinking safety, a long-range rifle let's you stay in cover and out of sight. But you might want a secondary weapon, for flexibility.
  • Well, we're always here.
  • Who's talking about a new gun?
  • {barking sales pitches in the marketplace to a crowd of about half a dozen people} Protection for sale! Hand-tooled pieces!
  • Take the home, for example. A shotgun's great for its intimidation factor. Robbers might run off without you even needing to fire.
  • You need protection. Everyone does.
  • You take care.
  • We can talk guns, or maybe you wanna consider something more up close and personal?
  • {Nervous} And if that wasn't bad enough, the ones that do look like robots just go around killing whole towns off. Collecting what's left for God knows what.
  • {player asks about finding a missing child, you're suddenly very nervous, afraid the Institute is listening in / Nervous} Ah. Look. I want to take care of my customers, but with all that talk about the Institute in the papers...
  • {Matter of fact} Geiger counter, bud?
  • {friendly} Hey, it's the new girl. Am I right?
  • {friendly} Hey, you're the new girl, right?
  • {friendly} Hey. You're the new guy, right?
  • {friendly} It's the new guy. That's you, right?
  • {friendly} New guy, am I right?
  • {friendly} You're that new girl, right?
  • {showing your wares} Everything hand-tooled...
  • {showing your wares} Feel free to test the grips.
  • {showing your wares} Self defense at its best.
  • {showing your wares} Something for everyone.
  • {still a bit nervous / Nervous} Sorry again.
  • {slightly annoyed / Irritated} Yeah, well, some of us live here, all right?
  • {player is trying to pay with a "charge card" - it looks like a worthless piece of plastic} You're kidding, right? Caps only, friend.
  • {persuaded to help, feel guilty about not helping before / Nervous} *sigh* Okay... There's someone who might be able to help.
  • {Defensive} Hey, not even Piper's dug up anything more yet.
  • {friendly} Name's Arturo. I sell protection, if you're looking to buy.
  • {Nervous} They say if you're not careful you'll get... replaced. By a synth double. Or maybe they'll just send someone you thought was human to kill you.
  • {friendly, but a bit confused} Uh... I'm waiting...
  • {generic "coming from another conversation and getting back to business" line} Anyway, let's talk you and protection.
  • {passionate, knowledgeable} Listen, I can sell you guns, swords, whatever. And they'll keep you alive for sure. But the real secret is in the mods. The little personal touches.
  • {generic "coming from another conversation and getting back to business" line} Now, let's get back to talking shop.
  • {Nervous} You don't know? They make the synths. Those machines that look like people?
  • {friendly, chuckling / Apologetic} Word kind of travels fast in Diamond City. What can I say?
  • {showing your wares} Don't forget to stock up on ammo.
  • {Nervous} I hear University Point got hit a while back. Nothing there but the synths now.
  • {people don't like to talk about the detective agency, it's a business no one admits going to / Nervous} But don't tell anyone you're going there, okay? Folks don't like that place. Surprised it's even still open.
  • Anyway, let's get back to you, and what kind of protection you need.
  • You know, a shotgun's great insurance against Raiders, but I got a lot of options here.
  • {handmade as in "handmade pistol"} You still carrying that old handmade around? I'm telling you, the grip on that thing is just going to fall off one of these days.
  • Install a scope, expand the clip size, whatever. You spend time with your gear, and you'll have the right answer to every problem.
  • {Hushed, double-speak vital information to a spy} I'd be careful around here. The target keeps late hours with strange visitors.
  • {barking sales pitches in the marketplace to a crowd of about half a dozen people} Don't walk outside the Wall undefended! High quality protection for sale.
  • {friendly} Well, it's good to have you here. Name's Arturo Rodriguez. If you need protection, let's talk.
  • {the police just shot a crazed gunman / Nervous} Glad Security took care of that madman.
  • {Double-speak - speaking to a spy, element of danger} You the guy about the article?
  • {friendly} Name's Arturo Rodriguez. If you need protection, let's talk.
  • {Nervous} I just can't get involved in someone else's problems, okay?
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  • Player Default: I'll think about it.
  • Player Default: Let's see what you've got.
  • Player Default: Not interested.
  • Player Default: Can I pay with my charge card?
  • Player Default: Why don't people like the detective agency?
  • Companion: Mine is in the shop.
  • Companion: That's not proof.
  • Companion: The one and only.
  • GenericNPC: Got any recommendations, Arturo?
  • GenericNPC: I'm more worried about personal protection. You know, someone coming at you when you're not expecting.
  • Player Default: Depends on who's asking.
  • Player Default: Fine. I'll ask somewhere else.
  • Player Default: Got me mistaken for someone else.
  • Player Default: Oh no. Gossip. My only weakness.
  • Player Default: So you know weapons, huh?
  • Player Default: Thanks, Arturo.
  • Player Default: The new guy?
  • Player Default: Yeah. I'm the new guy.
  • GenericNPC: Hasn't so far. You think I'm just going to buy a new gun because of a bad grip?
  • Player Default: *sigh* Okay... There's someone who might be able to help.
  • Player Default: What's this Institute everyone keeps talking about?
  • Player Default: People don't like me going there, that's their problem.
  • Player Default: Arturo, right? I'm just asking for information. That's all.
  • Player Default: What if I made it worth your while?
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  • Player Default: Let's see what you've got.
  • Companion: Mine is in the shop.
  • Companion: That's not proof.
  • Companion: The one and only.
  • GenericNPC: Thanks. I'll think about it.
  • GenericNPC: I'm more worried about personal protection. You know, someone coming at you when you're not expecting.
  • Player Default: Thanks, Arturo.
  • Player Default: Yeah. I'm the new guy.
  • Companion: Got it. Keep your head down and no heroics.
  • GenericNPC: Hasn't so far. You think I'm just going to buy a new gun because of a bad grip?
  • GenericNPC: Hmm... Not a bad idea. Maybe next time.
  • ArturoAlias: The alley behind the market. There's a detective agency. Valentine's. You'll see the signs.
  • Player Default: Arturo, right? I'm just asking for information. That's all.
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