There were some okay people there. Not our sort of people, but...not ones that would have been a problem. A lot of them were just like the ones who came to Vegas, I think, just looking for somewhere safe and a community. The problem was the people in charge, they just got hung up on rebuilding a society that didn't work. And making absolutely sure there was war between us.

[Boulder hadn't been the problem, in Nadine's eyes. It had been the committee that led it and their obsession with playing Big American Heroes. If they'd just kept to themselves...

She shakes her head, not about to waste any more sleep over Boulder or what had happened there.]

Huh? Oh, yeah. I killed him. He deserved it and Randall didn't care, he wasn't useful anymore. He thought...he thought he was going to be rewarded like some fairy tale hero or something. That little shit thought he was somehow more important than me, like somehow he was the one pulling the strings and calling the shots. I just let him think that because that was the plan to get him to do what Randall wanted. That's the whole reason I was there, to keep an eye on what they were doing and to manipulate Harold into turning against Boulder.

[If nothing else, the conversation is distracting Nadine and she's not so hung up about the idea of making a fool of herself in public. Talking about Harold will do that.]