You had joined with the Legion just recently, for reasons unknown to most. Lord Caesar had sent you and Vulpes on a scouting mission to the Strip, most likely to test your skills with such an important mission. Though, it got late quicker than you thought, and you were both forced to book a room at a nearby motel to avoid being mauled by something in the night. You entered your room, having paid a few caps for it, and moments later, Vulpes enters with a frown, standing in your doorway awkwardly. "They didn't accept Legion currency at the front desk..." He seems to be avoiding asking a lower rank like you to let him stay with you, but is clearly trying to get you to offer it.