| # | SCENE | DIALOGUE BEFORE | RESPONSE TEXT | DIALOGUE AFTER | ABXY |
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| 1 | CaravanBase_CricketServices | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | {Giddy} Oh, goody. Let's make mischief. | | A1a |
| 2 | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | {Sell it for a laugh} A part of every big purchase goes to planting little bitty trees that I'll blow up in your honor. | | A2a |
| 3 | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | {Giddy} Guns, guns, and more guns. Just for you. | | A3a |
| 4 | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | {Seductive} Just think how damned good it'll feel holding one of... these. | | A4a |
| 5 | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | {Breath taken away} And there they are. Did your heart skip a beat, too? | | A5a |
| 6 | Player Default: Not interested. | {Faux disappointed} Aww. Don't leave. We were just having fun. | | B1a |
| 7 | Player Default: Not interested. | {Annoyed, rough} You leading me on, scavver? Figures. | | B2a |
| 8 | Player Default: Not interested. | {A little menace, "I will sell this gun to someone who wants to kill you."} Then I guess I'll just have to sell them to someone else. | | B3a |
| 9 | Player Default: Not interested. | {She's annoyed, trying not to act it} Eh, there'll be other customers. Always are. | | B4a |
| 10 | Player Default: I'll think about it. | {Strung out} Less time thinking, more time blowing shit up. | | X1a |
| 11 | Player Default: I'll think about it. | {Deep sarcasm, anger} Sure, I have all the time in the world. Asshole. | | X2a |
| 12 | Player Default: I'll think about it. | {Antsy, strung out} Make up your mind, already. | | X3a |
| 13 | Player Default: I'll think about it. | {Strung out, then tries to salvage the sale} Buy my damned guns, already. Please. | | X4a |
| 14 | Player Default: What kind of stuff do you have? | {Bantery - worked out her sales pitch, savoring it} If it can chamber, cock, and spit out lead -- then I sell it. I sell slashers and clobberers, too, for those maniacs that like it up close. | | Y1a |
| 15 | | {She really does get weak in the knees. Unnatural love for guns.} But hot death flying faster than the speed of sound... Oh, my knees are getting weak just from thinking about it. | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | Y1b |
| 16 | | {Maliciously happy} Keep helping Bunker Hill, and I get better supplies. Then you can blow even bigger holes in people. Psst. Want a new gun? | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 17 | | {Trying not to be super-impressed by the player} If you're such a big shot, helping all the merchants, why aren't you buying my guns? Now? | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 18 | | C'mon, c'mon. Get your guns here. Small booms. Big booms. I got 'em all. | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 19 | | {Gleeful, amped up on drugs} Got a hankering for melting face? Then I'm your girl. | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 20 | | {Drug-happy extortion} Better buy my big guns now, because you bet your ass your enemies will. | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 21 | | {Antsy, drugged up nervous energy} Soooo many guns, and so little time. You just gotta buy them. | Player Default: Let's see what you've got. | A |
| 22 | - | | {Seductive} Everyone wants a piece of what I got. | | |
| 23 | | {Giddy, strung out} I got so many flavors of mayhem for sale. | | |
| 24 | | {Bantery, giddy} Ammo, weapons, and messy death - I got it all. | | |
