[color=9e0039]CORRINE DOOLAK[/color] -- Far Harbor

"Terminals?", Steve replied", "I know a bit about that....Regina's electronics still worked...most of the time...so I got some hands on with that. As far as robots, it would depend on what's the matter with it....didn't get much opportunity to program them." He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. 

Corrine nodded as he spoke.

"But elevators and conveyor belts? I could probably puzzle it out...is there a particular place you have in mind? A factory or something?"  

Corrine's mind was wandering.  "Mostly I was just thinkin', there's all kinds of those things out there that maybe people could use on their homesteads and the like, make things just a little less hard out there.  People'd probably be pretty thankful...and we'd be livin' pretty nicely..."

"Speaking of terminals", Steve said, "I have recently come into possession of an old Pip-Pad 3500 that won't power up...if you could help me figure out a way to repair it, I'd be suitably grateful."

"Hah.  You're the one who makes things [i]work[/i].  But that sounds like it could be a worthwhile project."  [i]Especially while I have no idea what a Pip-Pad even is...[/i]  Her gaze drifted back up to the ceiling.  "Those pre-war gadgets seem to, mostly, just end up with parts corroding more than anythin'."  She paused.  "But I assume you already took it apart, to see what it could need?"

Corrine heard the quick step of someone hurrying by the shop. She glanced out to see a familiar head pop in the open door to look. He shot a dirty look at Steve, until he looked around and saw Corrine, then his expression brightened.  

"Corrine!", the man exclaimed, "Been looking for you all over town! Doc Wright sent me to fetch you...he wants you to come down to the dock right now, he says it's important!" 

The man's name eluded her completely, but he was clearly quite certain of hers.  She tried to play that off as casually as possible.  Corrine cleared her throat and tilted her head towards Steve.  "Is it really necessary?  I'm not exactly free, at the moment."

"Yep.  Doc insisted.  I'm sure the outsider will wait," he gestured at Steve.

"He's with me," she replied curtly.  

The man paused.  "Well, go on, then, but you best get yourself down to the dock, and right away."

Corrine exchanged a look with Steve.  "I suppose the sooner we check this out, the sooner we get it over with."  First, she made a point of putting her tools back into the crate and locking them up with her key, before she exit the former gun shop with Steve and walked with him towards the dock.  There was a cluster of people loitering about, muttering between each other.  The atmosphere was anxious.  Corrine spotted the figure of the doctor, who was engaged in keeping others from approaching...

...approaching, what, exactly?

"Doc, I'm here, what is it?" she called, approaching the throng.  She couldn't see anything past the heads and shoulders of the others gathered around.  "Do you mind?  Step aside, please," she directed the harborfolk as she wedged her way in between bodies.  "I said, I am coming through, could some of you just -- "

At that moment, someone moved right when Corrine expected them to move left, and she stumbled over their rubber booted foot, to flail past the doctor, and catch herself just before landing on the corpse of Bishop.  She stopped, cold.

"Wh-what..." she breathed, her eyes widening.  "What is...but he just..."  Corrine clutched her stomach and spun around, grasping Teddy by the arm.  "What happened?"