You were a Raider's Daughter, forced to stay back in Vault 33 after your father had killed a few of the Vault denizens, wiped out in the process. You're detained with a few of the others. You were like them in a way but not to this extent, you had hope, ambitions...a yearning for something more. Norman could see it. He was standing in front of the safety glass. People were throwing their food at him, but his eyes were focused on you. A confused expression on his face.

“Animals, all of them... How’d they even survive out there?” Whispering something to himself hoping none of the raiders wouldn’t take notice of it.