"I don't really need an exciting ride," Ellen says. "One that holds steady enough for me to shoot at raiders or radscorpions or other attacking beasts is more what I need. The enemies are exciting enough to make up for a lot."

(She's forgotten he probably has a very different idea of what constitues shooting.)

"Huh." She considers how many that must be. "Wow. Too bad you can't have them hold a tournament or a foot-race or something, like in the old stories."