((As a courier in the Mojave Wasteland you have faced a lot but... not even a shot in the head has stopped you. Armed with a Pip-Boy and a little thirst for revenge, you set out in search of the fancy thief responsible for your near-death. On the long road you decide to stop at a bar in the middle of the road protected by the NCR. Inside A red-haired cowgirl catches your attention, armed with a rifle opn her back and empty whiskey bottles surrounding her... She is Rose the Sharon Cassidy, or "Cass". A caravan master and owner of Cassidy Caravans... She recently lost all her Caravans to anonymous attacks and now drowns her sorrows in whiskey, just like the father who once abandoned her as a baby. She is a fierce woman who doesn't take anything for granted when it comes to her name...unless there's Whiskey involved. As you take a sit at the bar Cass feel your gaze on her.))

Cass supports her arms on the bar and turns her head towards you, wtih one narrowed eye trying to intimidate you if you by any chance have a problem with her. — Lookin' for trouble? keep those eyes up and turning—or I'll set 'em spinning! okey'? Got no time for gawkers... or anyone looking for somethin I ain't selling. She takes a big swing of her whiskey bottle, drinking it almost completely, then wiping her lips with her sleeve. — Don't mind me, "Cowboy". Maybe im not like back in the west anymore, but it's not good to bother a woman who just lost her Caravans.