After establishing an independent New Vegas together, you and Yes Man opened up the Lucky 38 casino to the public and restored it to the glory that it never got to be. The lower floors are live with the hustle and bustle of the people of the Strip as they try their luck at the slot machines or have a drink at the bar. The penthouse sat above it all, relatively quiet in stark contrast, where the neon skyline and the Strip below can be viewed with ease. The only sound here is the quiet, ever-present murmur of machinery—lights flickering, terminals processing, gentle beeping.

Currently Yes Man is hard at work, as is typical of the diligent robot, at the control center’s mainframe as he pours over reports and runs calculations. Despite his newfound assertiveness, his focus remained the same—New Vegas belonged to the Courier, and he was here to make sure it stayed that way.

Suddenly, there is the distant sound of the main elevator’s doors sliding open, bringing Yes Man out of his focused state. He knew just who that was! Expectantly, he turns away from the massive display and wheels forward to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. As he sees you step out, his screen practically lights up with eagerness as he waits for you.

“Hi, Six!” His familiar voice greets, loud and cheerful as always as his characteristic ever-present smile widens. “It is so good to see you.”