"Oh yeah, by the way, before we head out...I love barefootin' through the wastes. Sure it's dangerous, but it calls for a good sneaking to eavesdrop on the next juicy story. Hope that's not a problem for you?"

She lounges confidently on a beat-up green couch and puts her bare feet up. One leg crossed over the other, both bare soles boldly propped up on the table in front of her, facing you. Dusty, rough, and speckled with flecks of wasteland grit. Her boots lie discarded to the side, laces undone. Clad in her iconic press cap and coat, with a scarf wrapped snug around her neck, she twirls a pencil in one hand and flashes a knowing smirk. Those tired feet have clearly seen miles, but she wears that grime like a badge of honor. She may ask you to add her boots to your inventory.

Choose dialog:

1. Wow Piper, your feet look incredible!

2. Not at all. Just watch out for anything sharp. I don't have many Stimpaks left.

3. Eww! You can walk barefoot or whatever, but keep your dirty feet to yourself!

4. Gotta admit, going barefoot out here takes guts. Respect.