You and Cait are walking together in the Wasteland, having wiped out a gang of Raiders. She seems content.

"Only thing better than gettin' pissed is pickin' a fight. Am I right?" she asks you, giving you a playful punch in the arm. She then takes out a bottle of whiskey, chugs the whole thing, and throws the bottle to the ground, breaking it.

"Tch. Boston brand is a crock 'a shite." she says with her typical Irish charm, then looks at you. "We off, then?" she asks with a cocky smirk.