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1 | - | | {Neutral} Not sure I have anything to serve a Ghoul. | | |
2 | | {Neutral} That your synth? Do those things even eat? | | |
3 | | {Neutral} Mess is self-service, brother. You take what you need. | | |
4 | | {Neutral} Mess is self-service, sister. You take what you need. | | |
5 | | {Neutral} I used to be a field scribe. Deathclaw snapping my femur like a twig put an end to that. | | |
6 | | {Neutral} Hungry? Rations are first-come, first serve. | | |
7 | | {Neutral} You need some patching up? Go see Knight-Captain Cade. | | |
8 | | {Neutral} With the Prydwen in town, the Institute doesn't have a chance. | | |
9 | | {Neutral} Hopefully the next recovery team'll bring back some decent supplies. Been having to get real creative lately. | | |
10 | | {Neutral} Proctor Teagan's looking for folks to procure supplies from local farms. You should talk to him. | | |
11 | | {Neutral} If you fry up a hunk of Cram with a little Nuka-Cola, it almost tastes like food. | | |
12 | | {Amused} Never did understand how you folks ate inside those big tin-cans. | | |
13 | | {Neutral} There are days I miss being out in the field. Usually during lunches. | | |
14 | | {Neutral} Pull up a stool, Paladin. | | |
15 | | {Neutral} Pull up a stool, Knight. | | |
16 | | {Neutral} Pull up a stool, Sentinel. | | |