She should definitely hang out with Verity then. The Healy-Prices were also uncomfortably comfortable with violence. Even their children's games involved an element of danger.

And traps. So many traps.

Fortunately for Verity, a bloatfly took that moment to buzz up, angling its stinger at them. Verity barely seemed to aim before squeezing off a shot - and it did explode in a gout of blood and gore.

The Wasteland was uniquely suited to backing up that kind of comment. It was like some kind of perk!

"See what I mean?"