The inside of the Citadel was chaos. For someone who was used to walking around the expanse of the wastes, meeting people maybe once ever twenty-or-so miles, the sheer bustle of the interior felt a little claustrophobic. Regardless, Vor Shinse swallowed the discomfort and followed the directions given until she came across the flickering sign.

Vor Shinse walked forward, dropping her haul at the counter which consisted of numerous pouches, duffel bags and sacks, totaling almost 200lbs in weight.

"Tits down, caps up. I'm her to trade." She said, announcing herself. She was more than familiar with pre-war media, and going by the contents of the store keepers magazine, she doubted he was reading the articles. Going over her salvage in her head, she figured the circuit boards would fetch her a decent amount of caps but she was whole heartedly expecting him to try to rip her off on things like batteries, light bulbs and aluminium cans. She knew better though. A place like this was always going to need copper, acid, batteries and aluminium no matter what anyone claimed. All she had to do was swallow her personality for a few minutes and hopefully she'd walk away with a good few caps.

Easier said than done.

[@Simple Unicycle]