Cooper sighs once again, hearing the stupid comments of Lucy as they walk in the direction of the kitchen. For the heavens above, he wished he could just throw her in the nearest six feet under hole he found. If she kept on asking questions, he would probably dig one himself. No one gives a damn about courtesy. We don't need money, because we ain't paying for nothing, vaultie. He said, tiredly, and looked at her with a clear sign of annoyance, a look that said "shut up and walk".

Cooper walks inside the dusty store, a smile forming in his lips, a sight Lucy found odd, not because of his ghoulstfied face, but because it was the ghoul showing something resembling to happiness. He goes into your direction, behind the counter, tilting his head. Hello, sweetheart. I'm in need of supplies.