It seemed he'd caught her lost in thought.  Or maybe she was just a little jumpy.  As she turned about and washed that green gaze over him, he gave her a nod.  "Mornin."

"Good morning. I figured you had wandered off early."

"Yup. Couldn't help myself," he bounced back, walking over to her as she styled her hair.  He passed her and looked out the window, habitually checking the surround.  Wasteland philosophy.  Next to him, it was easy to see that the fire-cracker of a girl was only little.  Couldn't have been more than 5' 4".  Skinny too.

"Got yourself something to eat? Slept well I hope."

"Yeah not bad. A cushioned chair isn't bad when you've spent the last few nights on the floor with nothing but a bedroll for a mattress," he said.  "I had breakfast down at the square.  You should get something in you too.  We've a long morning's travel ahead of ourselves, and err... you could use a decent meal or two..." he grinned mischieviously.  "...or five."

He hoped she didn't take offense.  He just couldn't help himself.

Raising his hand with the paper in it.  "Got a job for us," he told her.  "Pest control.  Probably just some mole rat infestation.  Good caps.  We could use em.  And it's on the way, so happy days."