Becca saw the Deathclaws, and one hand came up to her mouth to mute the terrified scream that threatened to burst forth and draw the beasts' attention. They were not real; they were just a myth, a story told by grizzled wastelanders to describe their own ill fortunes. That is what her father had always told her. She backed away slowly, even as she watch Jynx move forward, darting from cover to cover. The girl really was mad. Her instincts ran the other way and if she were not frozen in terror she would have tried to make a break for it. Instead she managed to gather enough sense to inch her way over to her other new companion. She crouched down beside him, shaking uncontrollably and fighting the need to run. Little whimpers escaped her while she watched Jynx attack the deathclaw closest to their location. It was insane that she was actually looking like the creature was easy prey. She made a mental note to stay even farther from Jynx's reach now that she saw just how easily she managed to assault the giant beast.<br/><br/>She jumped when the rifle went off beside her and she almost cheered when the beast fell.  She jumped again when the man with her rifle told her to give him more ammo.<span style="color: indigo"> "Listen here," </span>She whispered<span style="color: indigo"> ", I pride myself on my work and though it may not look like much that gun is in perfect shape. The clip is as good as any so fire away. Besides, I only keep one spare clip on me; the rest is in my bag."</span>She said the last part sheepishly as she eyed her bag still on the ground by the car. There was NO WAY that she was going near it until after the Deathclaws were gone.<span style="color: indigo">"Consider it a show of my skills. Now please keep shooting."  </span>For the first time she saw the man properly with his hat off and she could only stare in awe at what she was seeing. If they survived this, she really needed to examine him. He really looked like he needed a tune up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>