Make a Deal with George

"Hmmmmm" Madeline thought out loud "What do you want for the way through?"

George made a spectacle of flapping the note with the timing of the Boomers' attacks.

"Well I could sell it for...say 600 caps." He smiled.

"600 caps!?" Madeline said as if disgusted.

"I suppose that...we could work something else out." George visibly eyed her up and down. "You're a pretty lady and I think we could figure something out. What do you say?"

She could simply pay the man, though caps didn't come easy.

Or she could work something out with George. He was a man, she was a pretty woman--it wasn't rocket science.