[She's got a good smile. He returns it with one of his own before turning his attention back to the road. Wouldn't be very suave to trip, would it, and besides... he's not sure if the little flashes of movement in his peripheral vision are hallucinations or cause for concern, just yet.

Probably the former. The hit he took before heading out would've knocked a lesser man right on his ass and kept him there 'til the world stopped fluctuating.]

I already told you about everything being irradiated to shit, yeah? Well, the Glowing Sea's the same, but dialed up to eleven. Ain't much alive out there. Only thing ever comes out of the Sea is rad storms and radscorpions.

[That's a lot of rads. Wastelanders aren't a very imaginative bunch when it comes to naming things, okay.]