Sophia walked down the street, “First of all, let me tell you the places you should never ever, under any circumstance, go. Powerplant. No no. Farm. No no. Ranch. Big no no. Got that so far?” She asked, but didn't wait for a response, “Water treatment plant. Absolute no no. Recycling house. No no. Alright, that's it for the don'ts. Places you are allowed to go are the Supermarket, the General Goods store, the gun shop, and either of the two restaurants. Don't ask me why one town needs two restaurants, I don't know. You can hit Mac's garage, but there really shouldn't be any real need to do that, unless you want to learn how to start building and maintaining machines with scrap. I do suggest you pick up a trade before you try leaving town, otherwise you'll be out in the wastes capless and starving, which doesn't do anyone any good.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bag, then pulled a second, larger bag out of her duster. She poured a few bottle caps into her palm, counted them, and then put them in the little bag, “Alright. That's twenty caps. That should be more than enough to get you something to eat at either of the two restaurants. Toki's Old World Banquet or Lei’s Creature Feature. You might want to try Toki's since, no offense, you'd probably think the normal food we have up here is disgusting. Spend what you need and then bring the rest back, because you already owe me caps for gas.”
She shrugged a little to hitch up her pack, which was beginning to sag a little bit, “Okay. So. Like I said, I'm a scavenger, so I go out, find nice shiny things, and sell them for caps. I was out on a scav run when I noticed your little hidey hole getting ransacked, so I need to ditch these goods for some caps. And in case you're thinking about doing something stupid, like leaving town without me, you're under town arrest unless you're with me. You have a debt to pay, and I'm not about to let you go scampering off into the wastes to get killed before I collect. The guards are under order not to let you out of the town. I'd like to trust you, Sam, but I mean...gotta give me some credit. I don't know jack shit about you.” She said, giving him a shrug that said 'them's the breaks', “Daddy always said be polite, but Daddy also said don't stick your hand in a radsnake's den unless you plan on getting your hand bit off. Gotta cover my bases, mon ami. Gonna be at the General Store, pick a restaurant and I'll find you in a few minutes.”
It was then that she noticed the Pipboy on Sam's wrist. Uh, duh, “Hey, uh...that little bibelot on your wrist...does that come off? I mean, not to pry or anything, I've seen them before, but I haven't ever seen someone take them off. They like glued on or something?” Half-truths. Not a lie, but not the whole truth either. Mostly, she just wanted to know how to take the damn things off the now rotting limbs in her pack. She'd need a new backpack, no doubt, after this shipment of caps, but hell, this should keep her set for a long ass time.