As they made their way into the Shark club Annelise gazed around at the array of poker, roulette and other various games that were being played in the casino with an interested expression. A guard did approach to take their weapons however a quick word from Dallen was all it took to get him to back off. Obviously working for this ‘Donna’ character had its advantages she mused as she continued to watch the gamblers. 

She’d heard occasionally about how big gambling had been before the bombs fell, hell there’d even once been a whole city not so far away that had been practically dedicated to it she’d been told. But she’d never actually understood the pull of it, the drive that made people risk what they had in order to [i]maybe[/i] gain something in return. The odds of the whole spectacle didn’t make much sense to her, after all the more times you gambled the more your chances of losing multiplied. That was of course if you did it more than just the [i]one[/i] time she thought to herself. 

She took a few moments to watch one of the card games that was being played. One man was giving cards to three others who seemed to be indicating if they wanted another card or not. Occasionally one or two of them would get their money back, but usually the card man won and took their little round colourful things. If she was going to play it’d make sense to take his place she thought to herself. 

They made their way through towards the elevator at the back, walking through a prong of the establishments patron’s as they did. She could feel many of their eyes on her and she even heard a low wolf-whistle from somewhere, which left her feeling awfully uncomfortable for a few seconds until she remembered that she’d already killed….  six, seven, no…eight? She realised she already didn’t know exactly how many people she’d killed with all the chaos in the Desperado, but either way she was sure that she’d be able to handle herself if it came to it now that she had her rifle back, but still – she was starting to think that the practically skin tight vaultsuit might not be the best thing for her to be wearing.  

The guards at the lift grunted a greeting at Dallen and stood aside to let the pair in. As they ascended in the slightly jerky lift Annelise absently said half to herself [color=DA70D6] “I need a jacket or something…”[/color]

As  well as the physical issue she was already getting tired of people knowing that she was fresh out of a vault, after all it seemed that moreso to her than anything else that it was a sign of her inexperience in the wasteland. 

As the lift doors opened before them she was surprised to see that the top floor was like another casino, just much emptier and filled with various armed thugs and a singular woman. She looked powerful, Annelise thought to herself as she watched her. She was broad shouldered and had luscious olive skin and an expression of almost serene dominance. She was wearing the most hideous dress Annelise had ever seen, some kind of tacky looking cheetah patterned dress. She definitely didn't want to wear anything like that anytime soon. When combined with her somewhat oversized rings she looked like quite the character indeed, but not one you’d particularly want to mess with unless you had to. 

Annelise tried to make it look like she knew what she was doing as she followed Dallen’s lead, attempting to look more like a useful asset than some kind of lost vault girl. Unfortunately she soon got distracted as she looked over at the multitude of old machines up against one of the walls. Some were obviously broken and some she couldn’t see anything wrong with, but they all looked pretty damn interesting to her. She started to wonder about the different kinds of components they’d have inside them. It was only when Dallen started speaking was it that she suddenly snapped her attention back to the matter at hand.