[Out of Milliways: "
Officer Lepelletier tells me you and that big green friend of yours took a pretty big gang out of commission." Spoilers for Fallout 3 Broken Steel.]
Normally when Ellen comes through the door in her armor, it's a clanky, battered, silver-grey affair with shoulder pauldrons big enough to make an American footballer cough and roll his eyes. She's armored when she arrives today, but it's not the usual sort. Oh, it's still power armor, but this suit is
black, and rather sleeker in design. And it's quieter, too. What little noise it makes amounts to occasional clacks and whirs as composite plates slide over each other and servos boost this or that movement.
Ellen's not really sure she likes it, but it's the kind of thing one needs to get used to before deciding, so she makes her (surprisingly quiet) way over to the Bar with Dogmeat at her heels and orders meat for him and... oh, whiskey, this time, for herself. Not that it's been a bad day back home, but some people get on your nerves.
Perhaps better company would be in order.