Booker was finding the whole situation stranger and stranger but he guessed that's exactly what it was supposed to be. Keeping him in the dark about everything they were supposedly doing to assess him so he couldn't ready or better himself for anything. It was one way to see what someone was really made of, he imagined, though he definitely couldn't figure out what on Earth collecting a set of fucking car keys was supposed to determine about him. Long John had said if she gave him a set of car keys though, so maybe there was a chance of failing? Maybe there was more to the whole thing. Who the hell knew. With quite a bit on his mind Booker followed the blokes instructions, soon finding himself in the sally-port he was looking for. Not that there was more than one of the buggers to his knowledge. 

Spotting the very distinctive looking woman quite quickly thanks to the missing arm and her burly frame Booker walked casually over to her, looking her in eyes and smiling as to make clear he was looking to talk.

“Hey, I'm Booker Perdue.” Booker spoke, holding out his right and shaking the woman's remaining hand. 

“Good to meet you, I'm the burly woman with one arm.” She chuckled, whether it was at her own wit or at the expression on Booker's face was up for debate.

“Well, good to meet you too, ma'am.” Booker smiled, trying to keep the conversation from being too awkward, “How did you lose it?” and failing terribly.

“Keeping the peace.” She laughed again. Booker didn't quite know whether to be sympathetic or appreciative of her attitude. Usually the eyes told the truth but Booker admittedly found it hard to see any pain behind the apparently genuine humour that glistened in her eyes. 

“I'm sorry.” Booker spoke, looking past the jokes and just saying what he knew he wanted to say. “Anyway, I'm looking to get some vehicle keys, I brought this.” Booker handed her the form, looking away from her eyes for the first time since they started speaking.

“Ah, a pretty crap vehicle if I'm honest but it gets the job done.” The woman smiled, walking away and returning with a set of keys.

“You'll come down here personally to see to the return of these?”

“Yes ma'am.” Booker smiled.

“Than they are all yours. Don't tell anybody I gave a newbie a vehicle without putting up a fight, okay?”

“I wont. Thank you.” Booker smiled once again, turning around and walking away. He was wondering how she knew he was such a newbie that quickly, was it really that obvious? The thought passed once Booker had to start finding his way to the courtyard. He took a couple of wrong turns but soon he found himself there, standing and looking up at the red cross of a medical facility. Walking around the side he spotted the bloke from earlier and lobbed him the keys.

“All right Long John, what's next?”