"Please," Adelaide scoffs. "This end of the world apocalypse stuff makes everybody at bare minimum ten percent more charming. Everybody gets at least a little bit more rugged, and even the shallowest of people get to have deep and tragic stories that make them seem interesting. And I mean, for those of us who started out pretty badass to begin with... well. If anything I guarantee your ass has gone up in charm value, not down."
She laughs at his assessment of what 'pretty girls' like, and shrugs. "Hey, I've got my Capitol Building Ken Doll already, I'm not supposed to be checking out any outlaws. Though I'd give him a piece of my mind for that ankle incident if I came across him. How'd he do that?" O'Brien is a riot, just as she's always thought, and chatting with him is the easiest thing in the world - leading a conversation with him toward information she might be looking for is a bit harder.