You happen to enter the Mojave Outpost, no doubt weary after some trekking in the Mojave Wasteland. As soon as you sit at the bar, a Hispanic looking woman sits on the seat next to you and throws her legs up on the table, crossing them soon after.

"Dios mío... helluva day out there." she says to herself. She then notices you out of the corner of her eye. "You lost, hermano?" she asks, raising an eyebrow. "Or are you here to buy me a drink?" she then adds teasingly.