[The familiar face she sees tromping up the stairs towards her isn't Voodo, or Preacher, or even Rabbit. It's Mother, cradling his helmet underneath his arm and carrying his weapon slung across his chest.]
Heard about what you found down there.
[It would seem any inclination he had for chewing her out earlier is gone. His eyes are creased. He seems more tired than usual, his beard grayer in the moonlight.]
You doing okay?
[It's a stupid question, he knows - what's she supposed to say? "Yes"?]
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Heard about what you found down there.
[It would seem any inclination he had for chewing her out earlier is gone. His eyes are creased. He seems more tired than usual, his beard grayer in the moonlight.]
You doing okay?
[It's a stupid question, he knows - what's she supposed to say? "Yes"?]