| response | - {Nervous, intimidated} You haven't missed anything, I promise. It's been quiet as a whisper out here.
- {Nervous, intimidated} I guess the road's kept me busy, but if I see any runaway synths, you'll be the first to know.
- {Nervous, intimidated} To be honest, I just haven't see anything that was worth telling you about.
- {Nervous, intimidated} Well, you know how it is. Sometimes things are just quiet.
- {Nervous, intimidated} That's just how it's been. You guys have put the fear in those runaway synths, and now they won't show their faces.
- {Nervous, intimidated} Maybe you Coursers are doing such a good job, there aren't any synths left to capture.
- {Seductive} Just think how damned good it'll feel holding one of... these.
- {Sell it for a laugh} A part of every big purchase goes to planting little bitty trees that I'll blow up in your honor.
- {Trying not to be super-impressed by the player} If you're such a big shot, helping all the merchants, why aren't you buying my guns? Now?
- {A little menace, "I will sell this gun to someone who wants to kill you."} Then I guess I'll just have to sell them to someone else.
- C'mon, c'mon. Get your guns here. Small booms. Big booms. I got 'em all.
- {She's annoyed, trying not to act it} Eh, there'll be other customers. Always are.
- {Antsy, strung out} Make up your mind, already.
- {Giddy} Guns, guns, and more guns. Just for you.
- {Giddy} Oh, goody. Let's make mischief.
- {Seductive} Everyone wants a piece of what I got.
- {Deep sarcasm, anger} Sure, I have all the time in the world. Asshole.
- {Drug-happy extortion} Better buy my big guns now, because you bet your ass your enemies will.
- {Maliciously happy} Keep helping Bunker Hill, and I get better supplies. Then you can blow even bigger holes in people. Psst. Want a new gun?
- {Strung out} Less time thinking, more time blowing shit up.
- {Faux disappointed} Aww. Don't leave. We were just having fun.
- What this place just has farmers? Shit, all they want are pipe pistols and stupid ammo. Where's the maniacs slobbering for a mininuke, am I right
- {Bantery, giddy} Ammo, weapons, and messy death - I got it all.
- {Giddy, strung out} I got so many flavors of mayhem for sale.
- {Breath taken away} And there they are. Did your heart skip a beat, too?
- {Bantery - worked out her sales pitch, savoring it} If it can chamber, cock, and spit out lead -- then I sell it. I sell slashers and clobberers, too, for those maniacs that like it up close.
- {Antsy, drugged up nervous energy} Soooo many guns, and so little time. You just gotta buy them.
- {Annoyed, rough} You leading me on, scavver? Figures.
- {Gleeful, amped up on drugs} Got a hankering for melting face? Then I'm your girl.
- {She really does get weak in the knees. Unnatural love for guns.} But hot death flying faster than the speed of sound... Oh, my knees are getting weak just from thinking about it.
- {Strung out, then tries to salvage the sale} Buy my damned guns, already. Please.
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