[h1]Ashleigh Ackerson[/h1]

Ashleigh was not a thief, she would take things from corpses she came across- because Hell if the dead had any need for Stimpacks, caps, ammo, clothes or the likes- And most of what she needed she could find out in the wild. She had always had a surprising resistance to radiation, and a stronger stomach than most, able to eat meat from the creatures of the wastelands as well make them edible for other people. But unfortuantely she needed caps to replenish her supplies or buy ammunition for her weapons from time to time and that meant taking up Jobs where they would come up. She had no wish to throw her life away trying to liberate a town of whores and thieves, she had no desire or intention to commit genocide in the name of science hunting ghouls, and didn't care at [b]all[/b] for the politics of the Republic and the damned fanaticals in the Legion. So this trader's request as shady as it might be, was the best option. Regrettably it would require her to get involved with the NCR, but caps were caps after all.... 

Upon her arrival at the side of New Vegas Asheligh would find another traveller who had apparently taken up Rapids' request eyeing the Kings' heavily fortified dwelling, as well the guards getting bored with their current duty and taking thier boredom out on a stray rodent, that she herself could possibly take out with her magnum from 50 yards back. She noticed the other individual try to sneak around back. She could try to do the same, but she figured the diplomatic approach [b]might[/b] be better. So she would reach into her bag and pull out the flier that she had decided to take with her before slinging her gun over her shoulder and holstering her pistol as well holding her hands up in a pacifist gesture. "Ho, there! Don't shoot! I'm here to see a Mr. Rapids! I've got a flier for the bounty! I'm not here for a fight! May I come in!?"