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Dr. McCoy checked her in yesterday, so Ellen's in one of the beds towards the back, Dogmeat curled up at her feet. At least somebody in this scenario currently has hair.

The personal dosimeter she's wearing would appear to indicate that it's safe to approach.



[OOC: visiting post. Have at!]

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" - Right," he says, awkwardly. "That's good."

He bites his lip and glances at Dogmeat. "How's he been?"

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Ellen makes a wry face. "Better than me, apparently," she says. "Before all of this mess happened I had to pass through a town called Little Lamplight. I left him with the children there just in case I ran into any radiation where I was headed. Two friends of mine went and got him back from Lamplight while I was unconscious in the infirmary."

Dogmeat wags his tail without lifting his head from his paws. He knwos when he's the topic of discussion.

"he's stuck very close to me ever since."

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John lets out a breath that's more of a half-laugh, and leans forward in his seat to offer his hand to Dogmeat, then pat him briefly before leaning back.

"I'm glad you've had him with you," he says, glancing back at Ellen. "Dogs are basically great."

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Ellen nods as she ruffles Dogmeat's fur just behind the ears. "He really is," she says. "I wish we'd had them in the Vault... then again I don't think he'd've been happy there. I'm just glad I found him in the Scrapyard in time."