June Seaver/Dialogue

==NPE_Dialogue_JuneSeaver==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Oh no, I'm no Appalachian. 	
 	 	 	I came in from the north with Paige and the other Settlers at Foundation -- do you know them? 	
 	 	 	But I wanted to do more than just settle. I wanted to learn medicine. The Responders seemed like they could teach me. 	
 	 	 	Only... they couldn't. Or I couldn't learn is more like it. 	
 	 	 	Free time? That's not a real thing, is it? 	
 	 	 	Stressed? Ha ha! Who's stressed? Me? 	
 	 	 	It's... that obvious, huh? Well, I do have my mantras to calm me down. 	
 	 	 	Serenity... Serenity... Peace and... 	
 	 	 	Wait, was it six bottled waters or sixteen in the next shipment? 	
 	 	 	Y-You really think so? 	
 	 	 	I'm not sure I believe you, but it's a sweet thing to say nonetheless. 	
 	 	 	Well that's probably for the best. 	
 	 	 	I'm the quartermaster at this little outpost of ours. That means I manage what supplies we have. 	
 	 	 	I count them... a lot. Just to make sure we're still out of gauze and didn't magically manifest more while I wasn't looking.	
 	 	 	I wanted to be a doctor! But being a doctor is hard when you have a fear of blood. And needles. And failure. 	
 	 	 	They're great! We're great. They more than me. 	
 	 	 	They're selfless and fearless and try to solve any problem, no matter how difficult. 	
 	 	 	And they use a lot of supplies. And don't get many. But they manage anyway! Hah hah... 	
 	 	 	Me? I'm nothing special. 	
 	 	 	Okay then. I'll be here... Probably forever. 	
 	 	 	Life would have been harder as a doctor. Definitely harder. But more rewarding. 	
 	 	 	Deep breaths, June. Deep breaths... 	
 	 	 	Lane said I needed some guided meditation. Where do I get that, exactly? 	
 	 	 	Supplies don't count themselves. If they did, I'd be out of a job. Again. 	
 	 	 	Can't imagine anything I'd rather be doing more than managing outpost supplies... 	
 	 	 	If only I had some kind of... fidget tool. To help with the fidgeting. *sigh* 	
 	 	 	Doctors are overrated, anyway. 	Not bitter
 	 	 	Okay, repeat the mantra... Not bitter... Not bitter... 	
 	 	 	Four-hundred and fifty-one ten millimeter bullets... 	
 	 	 	Eighty-nine bottles of beer on the wall, eighty-nine bottles of beer... 	
 	 	 	I didn't even want to live in the Refuge. Yep, it's much better out here. Sleeping in the ruins of a saw mill. 	
 	 	 	What's the phrase again? Panic... Siege? Assault? Sweeping wave of annihilation? 	Panic attack is the phrase
 	 	 	Hourly pulse check, aaand... Oh, that's... Concerning... 	
 	 	 	Living with your shame isn't so bad once you get used to it. 	
 	 	 	Serenity, serenity... 	
 	 	 	You know what we could use more of? Everything. When does the next caravan come by again? 	
 	 	 	Just, uh, standing here. Not fired. Yet. 	
 	 	 	You know what's always in stock? Irradiated drinking water. 	
 	 	 	Just your friendly neighborhood quartermistress. 	
 	 	 	Oh hello... you... 	
 	 	 	Yes, I am good at my job, thank you for asking. No, that's not a lie. 	
 	 	 	Hey... How's that weather, eh? 	
 	 	 	Whoa! Oh, sorry. You startled me. 	
 	 	 	Three... Five... Seven... Nine... Nine Radstag steaks. 	
 	 	 	I bet you didn't know we stock Bloatfly larvae! It's a delicacy... to some. 	
 	 	 	We may have sourced some inventory from passing vault dwellers. Hope that's not offensive or something... 	
 	 	 	Did you know we've only had six cans of Cram in stock for the past week and a half? Hard stuff to find, Cram. Evidently. 	
 	 	 	Hello! I'm still here. Not panicking. 	
 	 	 	Hey, uh, what would you like to talk about, exactly? 	
 	 	 	Not here for homemade poultices, I hope? We're fresh out. 	
 	 	 	Oh, hello. Here to drain more of my supplies? 	
 	 	 	You really know how to make a girl feel worthless and unwanted. 	
== ZZZNPE_Vendor_Quest_Responders ==
#	Dialog Topic	Form ID	Response Text 	Script Notes
 	 	 	Hey! I found these plans scattered around the vault. You might find something you need here!	
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