Fallout: The Ruined York (Open and Accepting)

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"I'll need bottle caps from this night on." Alex sighed.

"I got a doctor's bill to pay off, and things to do with my new houses... Then there's HK maintenance..." She groaned, slumping over.
"...I hate my life..." She whined, falling over now.  

[Zahzi]

"..Well you know, we have a mechanic in town who works for free." The Tavernmaster said, scratching the back of his head.
"He works for free, because he just sees it as a hobby."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Lemme guess who they are..." Alex sighed, picking her head up.
"King?"  

[Zahzi]

"Nope. He has to deal with the Ghouls further in a city for the majority of his time, anyway."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Only other person who I can imagine handling all things mechanical is Brad, thanks to his... PARTS. And my robot hates him. Anyone else?"  

[Zahzi]

"Unfortunately, the only other mechanic other than Brad works for the Wolves..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"..........Well, I suppose I could disguise myself.." Alex mumbled, running her fingers down her chin, as if feeling a beard.  

[Zahzi]

"...From what I've heard, you've had a history with the Wolves..."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"You heard wrong." Alex said, shifting her eyes around.  

[Zahzi]

"A Tavern is a place of talk and stories. I know who you are too, miss Alex."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Alright. Fine. You busted me." Alex grunted, glaring in away from him as she remained laying on the floor.  

[Zahzi]

"So yeah...Brad it is for you."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"Anyone else besides Brad and the Wolf guy?"  

[Zahzi]

"...Well there's a SLAVER helping the Slavers with their transportation needs with his mechanical prowess."  

[Randomly Gone Insane]

"...Which means?"