The cowgirl steadied her gaze, her winchester hanging casually from a hand as she looked towards Darion. At his question about trust the cowgirl chuckled a little, and lifted the brim of her hat. Her eyes didn't carry any deceit, though the words that she offered weren't particularly comforting.<br/><br/>"They say ya'll shouldn't trust anyone in the Wasteland, let alone people with deep pockets." She smirked a bit, and lazily leaned against the side of the chopper. "The job sure as hell feels shady, but beggers can't be choosers I s'pose, and I'm willing ta bet with the caps I'm gettin' from the job, that I can do more good than this can harm." She shrugged idly, uncaring that the gunner was in earshot. There was nothing wrong with letting the employer know you didn't trust them.<br/><br/>For her part, Scrap hated jobs like this. Shady operations, and it didn't help that she showed up halfway in, and was now left racing to catch up with what was going on. For now she was focusing on two tasks. One, guarding the chopper for future deathclaws. Two, making sure that D and that little medic philly came wandering back up the path to it. If they didn't...well, she'd have to go in looking for them.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>