To be real honest, I doubt they'll ever find enough people who want to save this place. Like savin' a fuckin' Rennaissance fair, 'cept they don't even have the giant turkey legs.

[ Julie doesn't believe in the goodness of strangers anymore. She experienced too much during her isolation in Kansas and her trek to Vegas to still have faith in mankind.

She sighs, nodding, and while she doesn't seem to have warmed much from her initial acrimony, she is no longer as aggressively toxic. Whether she likes it or not, Nadine is, in all but name, her queen. ]

Thanks. I asked Lloyd for some wine or somethin', the water down here is real dirty. But you don't have to bring me anything special. Just some of whatever you're bringin'.