"Works for me, darlin'," the Ghoul drawled, pausing for a moment, cheeks wrinkling as he pursed his lips. "Course you never know. Might work here. Ain't the Wasteland anymore, Vaultie. Gotta learn a whole new set of rules." Both of them did. Maybe he was a cynic and didn't believe anywhere was that different, that the chaos of the Wasteland was what had always been there, underneath a shiny surface of civility. But who could say for sure.