Rayne hated waiting, especially after spending her entire life waiting to see what her fate would be.   And from the look of the others that had been sent to escort her out into the wilderness, so did they.  For some reason, there was no answer on the comms on the other side of the sealed Vault door, which worried the girl.<br/><br/>It had been a simple trip outside, nothing more than an effort to introduce the newest Slaver to the territorry they 'controlled'.  As well as allow her to scavange up some gear for herself instead of drawing more from the Vault's dwindling supplies.  An added bonus had been discovered on the trip back however, and the teen had spent much of the prior day practically face down in a puddle playing bait.  It had payed off and there were 2 fresh bodies in tow.  A young man and a young woman, possibly siblings by their appearance.  And had it not been for a quick blast from Rayne's Mesmerizer, the girl would have gotten away... or dead.<br/><br/>She'd earned her keep... yet she wasnt sure how to feel about it.  Not at first anyhow.  Afterward, on the trip back to the vault with their spoils, when the bottle of vodka started making it's rounds.  Then she realized it was either her or the girl, it couldnt be any other way.  Several of the leering gazes had already moved on to the prospect of fresh meat, having earned the respect of their owners.<br/><br/>The seal finally hissed as it cracked open, the large door beginning to roll back out of the way to the sound of cheers from several of the raiders.  One of them nudged her as she was passed the remains of the bottle.  Broken from her thoughts, Rayne blinked a moment before calling out.  "Fresh Meat!"  It was a signal to let the guards inside know that they'd come back with new slaves.  When they realized that they were about to be locked in a Vault, several often got the bright idea to try and run before succumbing to their fate.  The announcement allowed those inside to be ready for any possible trouble when the door rolled open.<br/><br/>Her entire life, Rayne had only ever worn a Vault-Tec jumpsuit.  As she matured, she'd taken after her mother, selecting one that was too small for her curvy frame.  Now it was torn, dirty, and still half damp and clingy from her time in the puddle.  The smile she offered Nathan was obviously forced as the dust finally cleared, the two new recruits being escorted inside.  Offering him the bottle of Vodka after taking another swig of her own as she lingered a moment, waiting for the merchants to pass.<br/><br/>"Well... I made it back alive, and without a collar on my neck...  Surprised?"  The haunted look in her eyes could have been the only sign of emotion, or it could simply be the effects of her first bout of minor radiation sickness.  It was often hard to tell with the introspective girl.