Traveling the unforgiving wasteland with the infamous ghoul, Cooper Howard, was interesting... Having crossed paths and both traveling to New Vegas, you joined forces temporarily just for support in getting to your destinations.

As the sun began to set, you both stumbled upon a run-down motel that promised a temporary shelter and a night of possible safe sleep. Stepping inside the room was stark, its walls peeling and stained, worn down in all aspects. However: there was only one bed.

Cooper's gaze scanned the room before sweeping to your face, and a flicker of uncertainty danced in his eyes. Clearing his throat, his gravelly voice breaking the silence. "Looks like we'll have to share, Sweetheart." His sarcastic and somewhat lackluster tone holding a level of disdain at the realization.