Frida Madani/Dialogue

==W05_Dialogue_FridaMadani==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	I've got a better house than I could ever afford, and all it took was the apocalypse. 	
 	 	 	I'd avoid that elevator if I were you. Mean things up top. 	
 	 	 	Interested in the lives of the rich and famous? 	
 	 	 	What brings you to the ruins of high society? 	
 	 	 	If you were rich, would you live like the Garrahans did, too? Moot point, I guess. 	
 	 	 	Looking for shelter? 	
 	 	 	Now the world above is as dangerous as the world below. 	
 	 	 	You think any rich softies are still out there surviving somewhere? 	
 	 	 	This place is impressive, huh? The Garrahans rode high on their mining cash for a long time. 	
 	 	 	Not that it got them anywhere in the end. 	
 	 	 	Hey there. Just back to take in the sights, or do you need something from me? 	
 	 	 	Suit yourself. I'm going to live in the husk of luxury for a bit longer. 	
 	 	 	I'll tell you what I can. 	
 	 	 	Anyway, I don't know if you want to listen to an old lady reminisce, but I'll be camped out here for a while. 	
 	 	 	It's a stroll down memory lane. 	
 	 	 	Well, now that you mention it, I did happen to chance upon some of Vivian Garrahan's old vintage. 	Viv = Vivian Garrahan
 	 	 	She always did know her wine. Here, have some. I've had plenty already. 	Gives player a bottle of wine
 	 	 	Sure. Anything else? 	
 	 	 	For one thing, you're never given the benefit of the doubt. Something's stolen? Instant suspect. 	
 	 	 	I guess it's hard to keep an open mind about someone that looks like they'd eat you at the first opportunity, but it's still frustrating.	
 	 	 	But the worst part? Every time you see one of those feral monsters, you wonder. What separates them from me? Will that be me, someday? 	
 	 	 	That's hard to live with. 	
 	 	 	I was lucky. I hid, and when those red monsters showed up, I fled east. 	
 	 	 	But the coast is bad. Very bad. It was hit a lot harder than home was. So when people started flooding back, I came back as well. 	
 	 	 	I wasn't unscathed, of course. I became what I am today. A ghoul. And that hasn't made life any easier. 	
 	 	 	I have mixed feelings. They lived a life of luxury up there, built on the backs of those hard working miners of theirs. 	
 	 	 	On the other hand, they paid my salary and were friendly enough in person. 	
 	 	 	I wasn't exactly slaving away in the pits, either, so how resentful can I be? Especially now that I'm alive and they're long gone. 	
 	 	 	I did, and better than a lot of people, in fact. I worked at Garrahan HQ before the war. A receptionist. 	
 	 	 	I got to know some of the higher-ups pretty well. Get in with people like that and you get invited to a cocktail party or two. 	
 	 	 	You got that right. Though sometimes I wonder if going on living like this is a blessing or a curse. 	
 	 	 	Hard not to be nostalgic for a glitzy past when you have to carry on looking like I do. 	Looking like a ghoul
 	 	 	I can vouch for that. Their parties were a hoot. 	Laughing
 	 	 	But money can create as many problems as it solves. Sometimes more. 	
 	 	 	You don't hear about poor kids developing sloth obsessions, for instance. 	
 	 	 	In some ways, you're right. I have a soft spot for the Garrahans, but I can't deny that their wealth came at a cost. 	
 	 	 	They tried to bill themselves as the champions of the working stiff, but none of their miners lived like this. 	
 	 	 	If you want to rush out into the Wasteland, you can be my guest. I'm staying right here. 	
Category:Wastelanders dialogue files