Lucas Simms, the Sheriff

The usually welcoming Lucas pointed a rifle towards Sasha, looking for some quick answers as to who she was. His bushy beard was freshly trimmed, and his black skin paled in the glow of the sunlight. He gave her a quick pat-down, shocking Sasha with how firmly he patted over her breasts and genitals. There was something a bit less... restrictive about his approach than she had come to expect from her time in the vault.

He went on to interrogate her - where are you from, who are you, what on earth are you doing in this god-forsaken hole in the ground. The usual stuff you'd ask someone who looks 200 years out of touch with your world. Sasha's responses were evidently innocent. She clearly didn't understood how things worked in the real world now, and he was able to take advantage of that as much as he wanted to.