Tabitha was staring in the cracked mirror again, she always was. Her skin was distorted, not the same as the girl she once saw, not the same like those other women. She'd hear the barkeep speaking a bit loudly. "She's a Ghoul, but she's a person. Go easy on her." Shed say. Through the crack of her door she could see the barkeep was speaking to a NCR Ranger, who seemed to be servicing her.. He was very large and intimidating.. He'd begin making his way for her door, if she wanted him to play nice, she'd have to put on her toughest face. She'd situate on her bed, her patchy blonde wig sitting well against her skull...