Sierra Melgar sighed with boredom as he glanced at the whimpering form of his latest conquest laying on the bed. She looked pathetic compared to the sparkling young girl she had been mere hours ago: tied up, stripped of her clothes, bloodied, gagged, and sobby pathetically as she curled up on her bed. Sierra didn't take pity on her. No, he simply looked at her as a pathetic little girl. However, he was done with her. Gathering up the last of his gear, he slung his rifle over his shoulder, quickly retrieved his knife from his belt, and cut the rope binding her hands together. He was sure that she could quit crying long enough to get the rope around her feet if she really wanted out . . . and knew how to undue a now jammed knot like the one he had tied around her ankles . . . which she probably didn't. Not that Sierra cared.<br/><br/>He never seemed to, from the perspective of many of his fellow bandits.<br/><br/>Leaving the room, he fished a hand-wrapped cigarette from out of one of many pockets on his vest. As he had just stuck it in his mouth and retrieved the lighter, he watched as Nathan walked out of the Overseer's office moments before the Vault's resident doctor went in. With a smile, the Mexican gunman decided that he would pay the Overseer a visit: just a chat. To be honest, the Overseer was probably the only woman that the Mexican was genuinely<i>attracted</i>to. The color of her eyes, the way she dressed her hair, and how she wore her vauilt suit<i>just</i>tight enough to entice the imagination. Not to mention how she so casually threw her sister like a lamb to the slaughter for bandits who had all waited so eagerly for her to do that very thing.<br/><br/>Sierra announced his presence in her office with a small chuckle, not even bothering to knock as he stepped inside and glanced at the doctor. Taking a long drag on the cigarette, he let out a whispy trail of smoke and leaned against a nearby spot of wall as he spoke.<br/><br/>"So." He began, "What was the resident bell-boy talking to you about? Anything . . . interesting."<br/><br/>He didn't bother with any of the "ma'am" honorifics, or other unnecessary pleasentries.