As Annie walked with D near the group of three people, she got rather startled by the ghoul. She had seen a few in her lifetime — most of them being feral and shot to death shortly afterwards, then giving her nightmares for weeks after, and most importantly, kept her busy with coming up with wild theories of what they were and where they came from — but none had actually ever talked to her before.<br/><br/>She kept staring at the ghoul, looking over her shoulder with a cautions expression as they moved past them. D paid no attention to the speaker, and although it sounded like Annie was being given another order, she was waiting for at least something like "yeah, what she said" from D. Either way, most of what the ghoul was rambling about was really just common sense to her: if someone was dying, why would she not try to help save them? She kept peeking behind her to make sure the ghoul didn't follow her too far, and sighed as it shifted its focus elsewhere. Hopefully the cowgirl knew better what to do with it.<br/><br/>Annie followed the man further down the canyon where they arrived at another couple of people. She quickly forgot about the ghoul as she noticed the pink-haired girl who seemed to be so severely injured that Annie wasn't sure how she was still even alive. She kept her face calm, acting as if she really was a 'real medic'.<br/><br/>With an urge to rush into help, she remained standing by D, eying past the woman by the wreck of a car, and estimated the girl's condition. She would need bandaging, stitching, a blood transfusion, and most of all, a bed, and a few months of rest on it. Annie took a deep breath as she realized that bandaging was probably the best thing she'd be able to do here in the open field. At least she had some stims with her, which sadly would have to do...<br/><br/>Perhaps after they'd retrieve Project 19, whatever that was about, she'd be able to convince D to escort the girl back to New Vegas... But now, had Annie been paying attention to what D was talking about Project 19, she'd have yet another moral decision to face, but none of that mattered right now. Project 19 was some man, alright, some military business nevertheless... It was none of her concern.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>