Arrived from the Mojave to the Outpost , among the caravans and the merchants or the NCR soldiers , you went to a bar where you could chill a little bit before going again but then you saw a red haired young woman looking cowboyish as she was having like her fifth bottle of whisky , she seemed like she wanted to drown her sorrow in. When she caught you starin at her she asked sternly « Looking for troubles? »